By JD Nelson
Indigo, Montana.
“Wow – that’s some astro,” I blinked.
Handy Wendy of the Bible pressed a green button on the control panel.
“I’ve been grafting sausage onto my old body,” I said.
“Untruth,” said the machine.
“I knew you’d know,” I said.
What are we going to do with you, JD nelson?
We’re going to spin him up in saran wrap and feed him octopus jelly through his eyes. Wait. . . I think he already tried that.
That’s a typical Tuesday night for me. Thanks, iamarobot9, [dt] and Shawn!
rock-n-roll all fukken nite i try to copy cat mister nelson but fail because i am a gnat…not a cat
Thank you, Roxi. You are a tigress & Euphrates & I ain’t lion.