Yesterday i spent a lot of time cutting out
- Yesterday i spent a lot of time cutting out clippings from newspapers and magazines to make a collage for his birthday. I thought that would make him happy. But she decided to make
- a molotov coctail and throw it in my face. The joke was on her because I was wearing a giant Mardi Gras head of Tom Green which ignited a
- flurry of slurred protest in detest of animal husbandry from the Wives for Knives club. "Make pork or don't work!" My Tom Green Mardi Gras mask conflagrated as they congratulated
- Wolverina Puckeridge and crowned her Miss Porkrind Heritage Queen. I doffed my flaming Tom Green counterfeit and rushed the stage to stop the proceedings. A wave of Stoats
- was followed by a wave of weasels & ermine. This was no way to commemorate the centenary of WW1 & I lifted up Wolverina Puckeridge in my arms & said "Let me take you away from this
- chaos! We can go to my place. My flatmate is out tonight." Wolverina Puckeridge wriggled excitedly. I took this as a sign, and with her furry body in my arms, I ran to safety.
- There, I gave her a razor and told her if she wanted to get serious the thick outer layer of fur designed to weather the elements needed to at least be trimmed to 3 inches.
- Everyone knew I was scamming the insulation out of her, but I didn't. Ha! I collected her sheared fur, and smartly priced it at 9.99$. I'm a visionary. Not 10$. 9 freaking 99$.
- I was now the boss of the world!!! And I had sheared fur to selll.
- I shared the sheared fur with furries for the sheer furor of it. The sheared fur would for sure shed fear, making way for the Sheer Fuhrer. (Fear me!)
- Started
- 2011-06-26 23:06:12
- Finished
- 2014-11-15 02:57:36
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KieferSkunk Nov 15 2014 @ 02:59
I see I wasn't the only one having fun with convoluted phrasing in this story. :)