at their slimiest.
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at their slimiest.
When churchyards yawn
'neath barren cold
and Hell itself
orders from Love-Scent,
evil intentions stirring.
The Shadow knows!
And who casts
a longer one
than some tall
drink of hot
cocoa!?! Oh well.
With those mini-marshmallows.
{sigh}*
*(Sound effects don't count! Sez me!)
Brownie Scout nirvana.
{rolling eyes}*
*(as long as we're making this a screenplay...) :)
[Brrrrrrrrrrrrp] "Well! Excuse
you!"
Chapter III(4)
[wherein new
rules apply, parallel chapter numbering is in play and bodily functions may be inserted, onomonopoetically and
otherwise. Rated "D", for disgusting audiences only]
My girlfriend* was
[*ed note:
remember her?)
scratching and digging
*(no)
trying to remember
*beginning of
story
her dog's name.
*(Rbt,
she's hot but dumb, NOW do you remember?)
"Fido?!? No, that's
my mother's maiden
*(Mmmm.... hot and dumb... maybe I have a chance...)
voyage. Rover? No,
that's my Jeep's
pet land. Rumpledforeskin?
Yeah! That's it!"
Then she remembered
something very disturbing:
her nail polish
She was running