5 WAYS TO BEGIN A DADA STORY
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.


