Delayed pomegranates ignited a fountain of parapets encrusted with an assembly of assemblies–twice baked.
Ginger fidgeted as she waited for Gregor to recognize that he had been transformed into a giant cockroach. Ginger poked at Gregor’s hard shell. Gregor said that feels good, do that again. Ginger said you’re a giant cockroach. Gregor said same to you, but more of it. Ginger looked in the mirror and saw that she was an even bigger cockroach than Gregor. Takes one to know one, said Gregor. Ginger admired her beady little black eyes and said doesn’t the female of the species eat the male? Gregor said you’re thinking of spiders. Ginger said no, I’m thinking of eating you; where’s the Worcestershire sauce? Gregor said you can’t even pronounce Worcestershire sauce.
After the nuclear annihilation of all other living things on earth, Gregor told Ginger now we have a use for all that Worcestershire sauce we squirrelled away.
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I love it!
😀 Thanks!
Hahaha. I can think of a few people who could go the way of Gregor.
😀
But what of the genetic origins of Gregor’s transformation? Were Chester’s sires saucy? Did Samsa do the samba with his mama (or was it the mambo)?
Just keep on rockin’ that pi-ah-no! And yes, partially; in the rain.
But don’t let her rumba and whatever you do, don’t let her samba, Samsa!
No! Let’s Roomba instead! Dancing on the ceiling on a Roomba in the dark on a lark ascending! At least that will clean off all the dusty cobwebs we can’t normally reach.
Dusty cobwebs are my middle name!
Mine is ‘trubble’, but the tribbles won’t let me use it anymore.
Breaker, breaker 10-4. Trubble Bubble, this is Dusty, come in, over. 😛
Love
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The secret IS the sauce a.f.
Angellium Figura tells McLuhan thanks for noticing.
Just like mounting the Watchtower of Love, i.m.h.o.
What an experience!
Like the cheap guns of August, or how I learned to love Caesar salad days
Say hello to my little Brutus!