Thursday, January 31, 2008
Eating Skripes
Me, I'm good at naming things, see? Even renaming things! Cats, dogs, furniture, houses, trees, squirrels -- even people. Especially people. I got a gift -- it's a gift, I swear. Now, if you had amnesia, and you didn't know your name & you came over to my house, I could name you in a jiffy and it would fit you perfectly. I named my daughter JuJu, and my son....he's a Skeeter if you ever saw one! Look at him. I see you agree with me. I named my granddaughter Petals, and my grand nieces Pepper-Reee-Aw and Keerlee Lee-Branches. This here sofa ain't no SOFA, who came up with that name? Makes no sense. You agree, don't you? Yes? Good. This here SOFA is what I call a Boo-Wa-Large. Sit yourself down on the Boo-Wa-Large while I gets us a few Mooches from the Piner. THEN WE CAN EAT US THEM SKRIPES OVER THERE ON THE STOVE.
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He said the "stove" is actually called a "Bennison Putin' on the Ritz"...
you know i love this piece of writing more than anything else in the world right now, don't you?
Ha ha ha -- I do too. It just exploded in my brain, like the cheap metal firework that it is. Pwweeeet!
ah, the sweet acrid reek of sulphur. explosions of this type feel good. fine work.
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