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| ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE.COM |
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| Dec. 2004 |
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| "You'll need a bright & shiny spoon for that pudding," said El Swaffo, "It's butterscotch & Monique did the strawberry just how you like it, Crowe. She's sweeter than an early-morning hot air balloon ride." "Caw! Caw!" agreed Crowe & that was his only name. El Swaffo found Crowe half-dead & was letting the old bird crash at his place until things got a little more back to normal. Crowe produced a fine silver pudding spoon from the pocket of his black vest & enjoyed a delicious bite of his butterscotch delight. "Caw!" he snuck in between spoonfuls. "That's right," said El Swaffo, "You've been a good Crowe & pudding sure tastes better when you know you're living clean. Feels great, doesn't it?" "Caw! Caw!" blurted Crowe excitedly as he spewed pudding all over the maps El Swaffo was studying. "Oh, you silly old son-of-a-bitch, Crowe! Look what you've done now," El Swaffo said. "Caw!" begged Crowe as he dropped the glass pudding dish onto the floor & flew out the window. "Ooh! you crazy old bastard! Come back here & clean up your mess, you ungrateful cross-eyed mutant!" shouted El Swaffo as he shook his fist at the seemingly long-gone Crowe. Crowe was hiding behind the apartment complex dumpster & heard all of the rotten names El Swaffo had called him. Crowe told himself that he'd play video games at the 7-11 down the street until later & then he'd sneak back into El Swaffo's place & grab his black duffel bag. He was leaving, for good. That was him you heard when you were eating your deluxe cheeseburger for lunch this afternoon. "Caw!" Crow said as he rounded the corner to your street just a moment ago. He'll be at your door any minute now. He's going to ask for a place to stay for a while until things get a little more back to normal. I'll let you go so you can get the door when he rings the bell with his beak. |