GYMNAST IN PERIL
wolves BUSHES
BUSHES
Mary Lou Retton
BUSHES
BUSHES the undead
wolves BUSHES
BUSHES
Mary Lou Retton
BUSHES
BUSHES the undead
Supermarket trolleys come ashore under the full moon to lay their eggs in the sand.
Thus opens the fine Aussie loon’s ‘The Life Cycle of the Supermarket Trolley’.
The sensible parsnip brushed her teeth and went to bed. Her roommate, the wild strawberry, went out, got drunk, came home, threw up, and passed out on the kitchen floor.
The sensible parsnip awoke the next morning, sliced her roommate onto her cereal, and went to work after sensibly placing in the front window a placard advertising the availability of a 2-bedroom apartment to share.
Moral: Be careful when assigning your class to use ‘placard’ in a story.
Here is where the hidden claw is hiding. Be alert. If you approach such a sight, raise your fenders into defensive position and coil your body into a commonly recognized submission posture. If, when you are in the act of creeping by, the hidden claw rises into view and assumes the striking pose, sing in a low soothing voice, “Nice claw, good claw, mommy’s favorite claw.” This should win you enough time to break into a sprint of terror. Rest assured, I speak from experience.
Ladies and gents of the jury
I haven’t got too much to say (but I’ll pay)
I’m sure you’re all in a hurry
Free my client and I’ll go away
Ladies and gents of the jury
I’ll leave you with this final thought (but I’ll pay)
My tongue this morning was furry
From swilling some rotgut I’d bought
Ladies and gents of the jury
I doff my cap to you (but I’ll pay)
Don’t make a poor mother worry
You all know what to do
coffee grounds
parade grounds
grounds for divorce
Then he slid down it like wax on a candle and melted into a quiet heap on the floor.
Now here you’ve got a very nice noir sentence, which is only right since it appears in a little number entitled ‘Say It With Bullets’.