It was a hot after noon after school ,i was

It was a hot after noon after school ,i was so tired that i walked as slow as a turtle to reach home,.Suddenly , i saw one of my friends ' he was said that the sun is barbecuing ..

my shoulders and the best thing for it was some butter. It sounded a little odd, and I didn't like the look in his eye. But the butter did feel cool on my hot cooked shoulders.

I was right to feel uneasy as he cracked a couple of eggs onto my molten shoulder blades & added bacon & mushrooms. When he started slicing haggis, I felt I had to intervene. "Stop

it! I'm not your griddle!" Jets of steam issued from my eyes and heat wavered off me. I'd been such a fool. He didn't love me, he was just using me because I'm molten. I ran and

Bolted out the door, running to catch the 149 bus and getting off at my aunt's house. Auntie Flo said, "Where have you been, let me clean you!' So she did and I was permanently

at least get a legal name change so people could finally get my name right. Tomato Teresa, indeed... My name or some type of nickname?

Comatose Clarrisa couldn't explain it all, being comatose as she was, so I had to take the question to Potato Parisa who had just discovered her left hand. We waited patiently as s

he finshed staring at her "hand". Potato Parisa was a deformed potato & calling the lumpy protrusion a hand was a reach,but when we asked her The Question, she pointed at Clarrisa

and shouted, "I've had my eye on you! Oh Clarrisa my darling, let us run away to a place where gay potatoes can wed and live in peace and love!" But Clarrisa wasn't into it.