The literary whale typed the last sentence,

The literary whale typed the last sentence, dove straight into the currents and swam amongst a bunch of severed arms wearing mitts. A singlet floated by and then an enhanced

version of that story was finally finished.The literary whale was literally swiming in it's glory."Call my ass Ishmael"

So, in order to show my commitment to the two of us, I killed the first victim. The look in her eyes said she was touched that I felt so deeply about her and, by extension, us. She

smell so delightful. Won't you all join me for dinner?" She said it with such relish, as if she was thinking of something quite different from a quiet meal with guests. I asked her

to keep her voice down as she was making me nervous. "I shall not!" she shouted and hit the dinner gong. My ears were bleeding by this time and I was not at all hungry, but the

Steak on the table begged me to eat it before the cats hijacked it. I reluctantly cooperated. The cats got a bit too, they smelled the steak right away. There was no safe zone now.

Then I went vegan.

When I say that, I mean that like going Mexican for Taco Tuesday. Or "we're going Chinese." So when I say I went vegan, I mean that I started eating vegans. They taste fabulous! No

way I was going to go back now! I always mean things literally. It is one of my biggest passions in life, and has made me many friends! Made them, literally, as in out of clay.