Gropue

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The scene was set up all along the drive way so as to make me believe the sky was black. I turned the car around a mini strum and hurtled a tone past a rocket machine, believing that to be the only option in the circumstances.

Arrived late while my hand was tottering a piano nerve, distantly garage buns. There was many of them. Not too much, but enough to give you the pineapples. I stupped a strong flyzine around one of their hats, so as to give them caution and made it to the ditty where a farm played the banjo.

To my surprise the whole town had turned out to greet it. Well, I say "It." It was more of a carrot with bits on, crawling up a rock. My husband came along to witness it, she threw a marble at its hind leg and it dashed away into the forest.

"My, my" I said "we better get in doors before it can reach the house."

"You better grab the possessions and take turns to match tokens on the net" he said, disdainfully. What was he implying? That I speak moth English? The way she looked at my back made me spit.