Day 262: Don't Fool The Jam

Like a flapping turtle in the breeze, I saw nothing there. Horrified at my lack of substance I turned and slapped Ashley across the knee cap for being where she should never have placed those filthy feet. "The kitchen, little devil spawned horror, is off the bounding edges" I said with all the charm and truthfulness spewing from between my divine, devil lips that shimmer with the light of darkness. But she simply wiggled out of sight and set that gawd aweful thing back in the tin. I saw her do it many times and I shan't allow it to continue. "Come hither" I coaxed her nearer. And with a lone swift movement I slapped that dispicable atrosity that lay claim on her elbow. I slapped it again and she was weeping. "No more elbows in the sugar bowl?" She questioned. I said "Stop sneezing the devils filth and leave it out of the sugar!" And I left her to her own devious devices that snatch the living lightbulbs of frutrience from the air itself. She will fear the next time she trickles a sugar destruction thought of doom and certain gloom for sugar spawn that frolick in their playing bowl of wonderful torment. I will eat them with my peas.

Purple Round, An Upward Strike.