Maurice was saddened to discover that the

Maurice was saddened to discover that the moist toilette market was already saturated. It had been his dream since childhood to
make a better moist toilette. But his activist civics teacher said "Don't go with the flow Maurice! Make a toilette with no waste water!" Maurice dreamt of a chambered nautilus
with wings flying through a neon wind. That was because Maurice had mixed his ectasy with high-powered blotter acid. All Maurice wanted was
to try & not to be funny. But his movements became flamboyantly cartoonish. Rainbow nematodes flowed down him like dazzling drops of liquid Las Vegas. Maurice towered over the curb
stomped face of the man. Ah murder, it was good to be free, out in the world, among the fine upstanding citizens like himself. Free to explore passtimes, curb stomping, cuban neck
Massaging, etc. This was summer 2016, and some things were still legal. Murder was still illegal. But one could still polish off a cold one on a hot day.
But who were we kidding. We could polish off a cold one on a cold day just as well. So we decided that if we couldn't murder we would give great assistance to the wee gods of misch
ief & wreak a little havoc in the next town over. We jumped into Hal's beat-up Chevy with a coupla 6-packs, full bladders & some water balloons. We were Trouble with a capital "T"!
...and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pee-filled balloons! We dropped them from the bridge onto a police car and wound up in Juvenile Hall, which is just what we wanted.
Our euphoria lasted until being told that Jessica had it all wrong- the health services provided by juvy to young ladies does not include boob jobs. So we study law now. One day...

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