So she stood there. The barrista's "coolness"

So she stood there. The barrista's "coolness" was wearing thin. "Lady I have never made a Mocha-Frappa-Scone-Sandwich." The strollered child cried. Had he just called her "Lady?"

When she blushed, he realized he had. That was when the barrista decided to become a truck-driver, because politeness just wasn't ... well it just wasn't him. And to rule out aphas

ia he tossed a coin. Tails he wasn't. The relief! He loved being a truck driver, travelling all over the Continent to different land and cultures and telling everyone to f-off. It

was his calling. Through the years, he'd developed several variations on the traditional F-off. In addition to the standard F-you!, and the F-off and drive away, he had the Royal

F-Yo-Mama hand signal that resulted in the highest response rate in his entire F'n repertoire. He had a following by now, wrote a book entitled "F'n My Way Through America" & was

positively L-M-N-tal to the formation of pop's whole F'n scene. F-Yo-Mama's career only took off from there. At his "F Dis F Dat" concert he demanded alphabet soup with only F's.

C, E, and G made a factional triad, a major force to be reckoned with. E sharp said,"Can I join?, but they said, "No, you're enharmonically the same as F so we don't need you."

E sharp sighed. It seemed he would never join that trio. Whatever. He didn't need them! He decided to gather his own band of misfits. E#, B# and G##.

E# played E#, B# played B#, & G## was A natural. Even though B# had an F clef palate & E# was flat footed & their play was all Accidental their dissonant chords proved harmonious.