O whence the day cometh where I shall go down to el supermercado.
I shall purchase the finest apricots and consume them under the prettiest apple tree.
Afterwards I shall put on my top hat taketh the penny-farthing down to the lake where I shall gawk at the ducks careening on their side, bottom’s in air.
I notice that the Ice Cream Parlor has now released their 83rd flavor, linoleum.
I partake in the heavenly treat and gag VIOLENTLY!
The tasteth of linoleum needeth to gets washedeth out.
I spoteth the exquisite Burgeth Kingeth where the owner, Burger King, greeteth me with fries and shakes.
I acquire his delicious burgers and consume them like some Fenris coming to devour the world.
After the hardy meal I waddle down to the Sharper Image where I obtain several nonsense items useful only for a brief moment in the life of an ex heroin junkie somewhere in Tampa, Florida.
Yet I get a hold of a staggering amount of goods such as neck massager and a stress ball for ones buttocks.
I make off with my loot to my lavish estate, filled with cheap ass gold polish and also gold Polish.
Fin.
(A mixture of troubadour & hack.. mostly hack :( )
You need to work on your archaic endings, o Hack!
ReplyDeleteCan't fault the imagination, nor the sentiment, though...