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Alfonzo ate the burrito without reserve.
"The ground is clean, therefore, the burrito is clean." thought he. Just then Hermia approached him. She was wearing a blue painter's frock, bespeckled with yellow paint. On each wrist was a shark tooth bracelet. She was a daffodil, personified, thought Alfonzo.
"Howdy, y'all, ya'll want to go to the discotech naw?" Hermia had an abnormal fondness for the discotech, so much that Alfonzo never ate beef. Because beef is dynamite, and it made Alfonzo large and unwieldy, so he couldn't bust a move. Oh how Alfonzo loved Hermia. He had a large garden, completely full of pansies, in the shape of her face. Hermia in turn, loved Alfonzo.
The End.
Alfonzo ate the burrito without reserve.
"The ground is clean, therefore, the burrito is clean." thought he. Just then Hermia approached him. She was wearing a blue painter's frock, bespeckled with yellow paint. On each wrist was a shark tooth bracelet. She was a daffodil, personified, thought Alfonzo.
"Howdy, y'all, ya'll want to go to the discotech naw?" Hermia had an abnormal fondness for the discotech, so much that Alfonzo never ate beef. Because beef is dynamite, and it made Alfonzo large and unwieldy, so he couldn't bust a move. Oh how Alfonzo loved Hermia. He had a large garden, completely full of pansies, in the shape of her face. Hermia in turn, loved Alfonzo.
The End.
*All spelling is presented here as was originally written.
4 comments:
ha. sheer genius. i wish i could claim it as my own. maybe i will...
This is seriously awesome. It makes me wonder how good the Hosander Chronicles are, wherever they are.
Let's search for them, shall we? It'll be an adventure.
Good old Jeddo. He completely redefined the way I look at meat, and salt.
I'm glad I've finally been published.
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