President Sarcozy leaned over the balcony,

President Sarcozy leaned over the balcony, wondering whether it would hurt to much to jump down. He was a weak man, for someone running France, and couldn't stand pain.
Nevertheless the kitchen scared him. Almost as much as the mouse which had sent him scurrying for higher ground. President Sarcozy had never been the same with mice since
they had changed the spelling of his name, depriving him of his beloved letter 'k' (for kitchen) and replacing it with a 'c' (for cheese). The mouse nightmares plagued him nightly,
Richard Gere's nightmares consisted of a mouse or other small rodents that were
hidden in his immaculate, snow-white hair. He would he shampooing, and find a suds-covered bat or marmoset in his alabaster locks. Richard Gere went to a psychoanalyst to find
out why he was hallucinating rainforest animals. Not just mammals, snakes and those creepy carnivorous plants as well. But even Richard Gere didn't know who he himself was, so he
called upon the Great White Lab Rat of Hope in a vain attempt to glean some universal wisdom from the hallucinagenic experience. "Lollipops", she whispered seductively, knowing
he'd like that. And the rat did, for he turned and petted the woman, whispering "peaches and cream" into her ear. This started a humorous verbal battle, a series of retorts about
Omega Supreme, Cream Cookies, Bookies, Geezers and Ice Cream Freezers. Not sure why the rat smiled and let the verbal joust last. And boy oh boy last it did! When the woman finally
gorged herself on the icecream goodness, the battle was over. The rat looked over the spoils of the icecream war and smirked (the way only a rat can). 'Victory is mine!'

Started: 2011-01-31 10:39:55
Finished: 2012-09-11 06:58:49

0 Comments

Want to leave a comment?