one morning at sunset she applied her cream to her toes so that he remembered
to go to the jobcentre so everyone knew about thursdays.Thursdays were so hopeless, she put the coffee in the Fridge and thought that would cool her down inside really well.
She was fed up at the fridge though as much as she wanted to she couldn't call him. He was away to run naked through the cobbled streets of london. the cobbles made his tonsils shake like thunder. his bronchitis started to flare up.coughing he put on rollerskates lit his cigar. and then rolled away while his nose was covered in white powder.he snezzed which made him follow through and make a an old man slip and .drop his bottle of ale it was a right kafapufaffle but who knows what that old man had been smoking because you know how these old frisky men like a
good toke now and again to help them get a good nights sleep and to
stop dreaming of getting knocked over by a scooter or a fast jet zimmer frame.
and then he woke up to find that he had fallen out of bed on to a hot and spicy
kfc chicken leg that stuck in the oven. She hated the thought of the oven
being turned on like that especially by a old leg that was part wood, part
stone, she called the man bugger and then spit at the mans pants. he smiled
and said " hey baby lets ... see if we won lotto we could help someone, and
maybe cure some fissures if we had a lot of of people who shared butts
to reduce the agony and heartache of all those who had toilet issues to deal
with. Maybe the CRS could read a better book than charles dickens said the man.
who could not read anaway since he was wearing glasses and looked very nerdy, hey I like nerdy though she
