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Sorry I screwed up that Suessical poem. I

  • Sorry I screwed up that Suessical poem. I was tired & hot & yes, should well have kno-wn. My head hung in shame at this most grievous fuckup, when I heard the faint sound of the

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  • micro-elves dancing on my rooftop. "Oh, not again," I agonized. Pulling my ladder from the garage, I paused at the doorway. This time, it had to be permanent. In the basement were

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  • some cartons of freeze dried pixies. I added warm water & once reconstituted, explained they had to kill the elves on my roof. They consulted in a huddle & told me they needed tiny

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  • boyshorts, a jumbo fluffernutter sandwich & 8 quaaludes. "Are you sure we're on the same page here?" I asked the pixies. "Look" the leader said "do you want Elvis dead or not?" "No

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  • friend of mine ever has to ask twice!" Shouted the Pixies leader. I was sort of silent because I was speechless and well, I'd just got back from the dentist. Can't let THEM know th

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  • secret jelly recipe! Then they will be able to activate the portal to the nether world!" The Pixie leader held his staff aloft and shouted, "Charge! don't let them

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  • Be misunderstood. Three headed horses are now commonplace." Frank Black and his musical buddies were celebrating 30 years together. The monkey had gone to heaven and returned.

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  • He was a king now. King Monkey. The Heavenly Emperor had revealed to him that he had always been a king. It was only illusion that had made him live in the mud for so many years.

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  • well, that and an acute lack of ambition. But now he was King Monkey and all those that had spat on him before would now pay! He rode his golden horse from home to home, demanding

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  • Bananas and potatoes. He killed everyone who didnt gave him the potatoes.

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1 Comments

  1. Rebbie Nov 07 2016 @ 17:23

    Give me those potatoes damn you!

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