Day 52: Not My Toes

Verinetti the Earwig. She ran all loo-da-loop in circling circles all over the bathroom floor. I freaked, for I thought my toes would be pinched and snipped to look perfectly clean and neat tidiness. But no. To my horror, not yours, she started yelping out a forced cry for curry! "Curry, curry, curry" she bellowed, "I want to munch your curry!" How unsaintly to ask such nothings like that, my curry is in the fridge...not by the toilet bowl. "I say," this is what I said, "Your mother would be right upside down, balling her disgusting eyes [or whatever] out, when she see's you've escaped!" So I picked her up with tweezers and threw her down the drain.

"Taste The Rainbow, Bitch." - Scoot