Tonight’s line dancing instructor, Eric the Techno Viking and Tonight’s dance. The Runaway Thriller.
The stereo in the middle of the dancefloor says, “Our niggah gone. MJ. Thump Thump! Our niggah gone. M. J. Thump Thump!
The announcer shouts, “Okay ladies, you know the rules.
You know the point value system
Each zombie has icky sticky zombie goo on their paws, color coded paint markers on their hands.
CYOA, guard the Punani,don’t let them touch yo hair, and above all Protect the Bouncy Castle!
Without making eye contact, the courier angel from Post Haste dashes off singing, “Molweni Mhle! Ulungile ngokwenene. And you have a Truly Scrumptious day too.”
WTF she’s talking about?
Dear Princess Bubblecups.
Your box works for another girl.
Ah, yeah. Kinda sorry. Sorta. Not really.
Forgive me?
Thinking I was tripping from the shock of the piercing gun driving the first of three gold star starter studs. One for each major star in the Sirius system. I thought the noise and pain were causing me to hallucinate.
“What the What? Byous!” He’s a little confused lately, suffering from Hypergraphia, expressing the sounds between thought and feeling with scratches and squiggles around the edges of the paper. I […]
I threw my brand new diamond encrusted iced coffee tumbler and cracked it on his big knotty head.
