The stars burned out one at a time, then

The stars burned out one at a time, then in pairs, then in clumps. The night sky was going black and when the moon went out, Stella knew there was about eight minutes before

it was 2012. She had 8 minutes to live. She grabbed the person next to her and made out with gusto. The smell of lox, bagels, onions and cigar intoxicated her. She opened her eyes

thirty seconds later. Well, now what? She had 7.5 minutes until the world ended, for crying out loud! It wasn't nearly enough time to engage in her favorite hobby of

"squeeze-the-yak." No... 7 & a half minutes was just enough time to save the planet. Yak-squeezing would have to wait. She removed her lead spiked panties & folded them into

a blood clot projectile. With the roaring tiger at her bedside

she felt safe. Not her original choice, she had wanted a bear. Restrictions in her homeowners agreement prohibited bears, but said nothing about tigers. She wished she could

Take her Autistic aunt and drop her off at the cleaners and finally rid herself of the Goldfish and stop this insane 1 pet policy. Off with their heads she cried flushing away.

Its lotion rubbing days are over and when the shit hits the paper shredder its gonna be a masterpiece of literature from the bottom of the overgrown apes earlobe

when i say apes earlobe, im talking metaphorically of course. But metaphorically about what, i cannot recall as my memory is a distant memory of some other time altogether far away

.. then again, my mind was clouded by the pheromones eminating from my mate, soothing me; she pierced my thorax to lay a single egg. Sealing my fate as the first meal of our child.