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The dark smoke was curling out of the crematorium

  • The dark smoke was curling out of the crematorium tower again. That made four times this week. I pulled the blinds closed and put a kettle on to boil. My daughter's cough was worse
  • and the damn Council of Goofy hated bishops had not picked a Pope yet. When would that blessed, sweet white smoke start chuffing out the smoke stack?
  • Meanwhile, the bishops were smoking cigars and sipping fine scotch in the meeting room. Picking a new pope was hard work! "When do the girls get here?" asked Bishop
  • #6. Bishop #2 said, "no girls are around when we're picking a Pope...say, who ARE you, anyway?" They were now suspicious of Bishop #6 who had a gold grille and a backward mitre
  • . Bishop #13, with a triumphant grin, ripped the backwards mitre off Bishop #6. An avalanche of day old chicks fell out of it. They were too busy fighting to notice that the smoke
  • from hell was corrupting the churches sanctity. Immediately the bishops realized the church was being over ruled by satan. They replied "These women are gross, we wouldn't touch!"
  • The women were dressed normally and did the usual rituals of standing up for the priest. But today, the priest was a grey wolf wearing a fedora hat and green suit jacket to match.
  • These attending women were not surprised that the priest was a stylishly dressed grey wolf. When I had time, I had to find out the why of that, but right now I had to change my pl
  • um colored bow tie. You don't want to dress nerdier than the attending cleric. I grabbed at the nearest item to wrap around my neck & produced a boa. I was good until it slithered
  • "Sssay,sshhouln't you be wearing a fig leaf or ssomething?" Everyone noticed my nudity & stared.The bride sobbed.Then I woke from a nightmare & put my snake back in its terrarium.

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