5 WAYS TO BEGIN A DADA STORY

October 4, 2010

My dentist wears mermaid flukes on his head.

“I raise tourniquet spiders,” said the man happily from his deathbed.

Foreseeing trouble, I absented myself quickly when the snowcone of hepatitis reared its ugly head.

When last I melted treacle, spring was in the air.

Jingles licked himself.

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