Hooray for Drabble-matic
On a happy and rainbow morning, Mitt Romney sat over the rainbow. It was Valentine’s Day and he was all alone. His phalange ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Big Bird to love someone with a platonic tibia?
Hurriedly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. “Ah, my love is like a green bacterial Elmo, all on a summer’s day. I wish my Big Bird would fly me, in his own frank way…”
“Do you?” Big Bird sat down beside Mitt Romney and put his hand on Mitt Romney’s proboscis. “I think that could be arranged.”
Mitt Romney gasped unfortunately. “But what about my platonic tibia?”
“I like it,” Big Bird said begrudgingly. “I think it’s swift.”
They came together and their kiss was like a tarantula that wanders all over the hovercraft.
“I love you,” Mitt Romney said laughingly.
“I love you too,” Big Bird replied and flew him.
They bought a sea slug, moved in together, and lived randomly ever after.
(made with http://prillalar.com/drabbles/)
Holy shit. We’re all going to live through the 20’s
PLEASE can we bring flapper styles back?!
Sometimes, when babies are screaming at me, I whisper softly, how ’bout shut the fuck up
And sometimes when they spit up on me I mumble, “sonofabitch rat bastard”.
I read that in a Rorschach voice. so this had me giggling.