Day Twenty One
I did what you said. Oh yes, you do too remember! No foolies, cos you lie like a lying penguin person. Anyway, as I was trying to say, I stood outside. Yep, I did just that, are you amazed? I said shut up! No, I was waiting and waiting and waiting. I waited till I could wait no longer. One minute was long enough; the postie should know not to let me wait in the open dirt like that. Instead I pinned back my inhuman people ears so I could hear with my eyes. I waited for the sound. For the opportunity to make its unholy, BigBird of filthily death appearance. And then it came. I casually strolled out to conversely abuse the postie for unsanitary transport, but I was only pretending. Instead I threw my coffee mug at him and ran inside! I feared his bird like form would explode... but he only got angry, ripped up my mail and left in a huff. What a sook.
I Like The Pretty Monsters.
I Like The Pretty Monsters.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 2:18 pm
4 Comments:
Gee, I am soo slow to catch up aren't I? I can't remember the last time I remembered to forget all the things you should have pre-implanted at birth. But sadly, you are not among the privelaged...until now. The postie rides an orange motorbike hear in Oz, while "it" wears some kind of nasty yellow that reminds me and all with this knowledge, of that disgustingy oversized freak mutation on seseame street. Yes, I speak of, that hideous monstrosity; BigBird. Now you are among the elite and so with this knowledge you must decide whether to use it and abuse it, or to latch on and cling to it like a deformed RatBaby. I hope you choose wisely.
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