Friday, December 11, 2015


On a dark stormy night.  There was a pug stuck to my neck.

The End

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Granules of spam

"Oh, but I have a habitual translator," said the unruly platypus. I didn't understand what he meant at first, because of the irritability of his hummus. All of a sudden, the nares came to fruition, and I weeded the garden. Once the pustules were vanquished, there was nothing standing in the way of Captain Crunch dominating the racquetball court. Do you have the keys to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?