-----
He once had a nosebleed. She solved the problem by shoving mass
quantities of cotton up his snoot. However, it was so compacted, that he could
not remove it, hence he developed laryngitis and died, as was to be expected
with a snoot full of cotton. She didn’t show at his funeral. After all, she
killed him, why should she bury him?
----
-----
Oh my gosh y'all.
I think that girl is like drunk or on drugs or having a seizure or
something. Ha Ha Ha
-----
…Oh, by the way, how’s your mother? Yes, your MUTHA…. I know she’s there,
because I can hear her BARKING in the background…
-----
-----
...Thomas Alva Edison
suddenly appears in a vision, apparently disgruntled about something…
-----
The lady at the
haberdashery asked me if I needed some help; I said “no thanks, just looking”…
then she said “Well, if you need help, my name is Carol…” …weird – she was the
first person I’ve ever met that had a conditional identity… what if I DIDN’T
need help? What would her name be then? Huh?
------
-----
...well, that should hold y'all for a few days, I reckon...
Later, Hu
---
No comments:
Post a Comment