This place smells like rotten eggs.

This place smells like rotten eggs.

Thought Matilda as she walked down the ethnic food aisle. She thought she could see a chubby logger smirking at the end of the aisle. Was it him?

She blinked and he was gone. She must've been seeing things under all the stress the family gathering was putting her through. Matilda picked up the food grandma told her to, but

then considered her hallucinations may have been caused by the water she had drunk. Matilda looked at the empty glass and the outside to the garden where grandma had

hidden her good PCP. "Hmm." Matilda thought. "Best not disturb her stash. She'll slap the happy right outta me." So, she set about to find herself some good old school MDMA.

She hopped down the three stone steps that made up her front porch and opened the "gate" to step out. The "gate" was just a piece of police line telling the occupiers that we were

big hand was on the 3 and the little hand was on the 2, so it was time for the puppet show to begin. The puppets were disturbed by the sight of the Yogi Bear puppet on the ground,

with no operating hand. “Maybe Yogi stole too many pic-a-nic baskets & is being scolded,” said Dog Puppet. Cat Puppet rebuked him: “Puppets don’t steal pic-a-nic baskets, stupid!"

The sharp recoil of the sniper rifle dug into Frog Puppet's shoulder. He sat back and lit up a cigarette in celebration of two more confirmed kills. It ain't easy being green.