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| A Blister on the Heel of the Good-Time Foot |
| by J. D. Nelson |
| So sing! Donkey Fat built a fire inside (He'd spent
the night before shaving white styrofoam cups into white styrofoam pine needles -- his egg hadn't hatched and there weren't enough fireman helmets with flashing red lights on top!) Poor credit scores again? YASS TAKE THIS TEST & with that the tutor started his stopwatch and the students began to feed on one another. I witnessed everything from a remote location via hidden camera. The ringing telephone stopped my heart. Hello? The voice on the other end asked for Larry Waffles. House after house of the same breakfast set-up: Friendly neighbors huffing sealants in blue plastic Wal*Mart bags as the home-schooled Elroys and Judies learn how to make things work. T-shirt hordes have already set up shop -- I searched a half-dozen sites and decided to go with plain white. Olaf sent his Beef Team down to fetch the rent from Donkey Fat. Larry Waffles was the unofficial leader of the group, the other members being Crowe, Green P. and Ol' Ezra. Oh, what a motley crew! Take one aging bowling alley gangster, add a talking bird who can only say "CAW!", a glow-in-the-dark hot-tub frog and an old-timer astro-naut and what do you get? The Beef Team! Donkey Fat sat down with a container of lemon yogurt. He peeled back the foil lid to expose his morning delight. He became aroused and stuck his penis into the cold and creamy mess, scraping himself on the container's sharp lip. |
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| Dec. 2005 |