They had their shivknives drawn steak sides up, and Jer felt his upper gingiva pulling back and drying out. He was hissing like a possum in a corner. Then he looked up at Ken and had to chortle. They were 2 skeletons dipped in Flesh-Color Paint. It was a kick when they argued cuz they knew they were already ded.
"You are funny to me just as you are tragic to others," explain Jer.
"Phukyu bitchcunt I pis on you; I cut you," was Ken's retort.
Then they both busted up laughing and allowed themselvz a few moments of cardiac arrest.
Gasping for breath, Jer say to Ken: "You know I hate everyone else even more than us."
"That's coo; me too," sputter Ken, coughing up blood.
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