"Go home, drunk. You're Lary," Lary screamed.

"Go home, drunk. You're Lary," Lary screamed. He mounted the bar and began dancing the tango with his beer stein. He left that night with a few head injuries and a pile of reckless

salamanders dripping from his eyes. Lary screamed again because, well, wouldn't you if you had salamanders dripping from your eyes & you were drunk? Lary started to merenguengue'

that's where you sashay sideways rapidly in a giant pan filled with egg whites & sugar. The mixture began to foam up., and more hot salamanders dripped from Lary's eyes.

That's when the shrooms really kicked in.

Man was everything spinning or what. He didn't care though it was such a great feeling he forgot where he was going.

Chasing one's tail was incredibly distracting. Well, on to business. He strutted down the hallway, nose up and paws firm. "Meowrawrrr. Meorar wrar a rar," he demanded from the huma

So sincere, the human fed him. The overworked humans in this downsizing world were so knackered they almost forgot to feed and walk their dogs at midnight. Then humans were fired.

The dogs took over their jobs and walked themselves at midnight. they were so dependable that they made a lot of good money, which of course they wasted on cheap chew toys and Alpo

and bitches. I mean lots of bitches. The dogs got fat and just lay on the porch under the porch swing creaking in the breeze. The cicadas sang softly about a new promised season.