Tuesday, January 23, 2018

There were no Cheerios in my suitcase

I have never been to China.

I also have never eaten chain mail.

An iota of infrastructural serendipity egressed from the pin striped suit; only to be claimed by the next female doberman who chose that moment to slobber-intake what could be found in the vicinity.

The raucous interruption of the grave yard peace caused the scurrying of a great number of spiders. The arachnophobes were not impressed, compelling them to question their own behaviour.

Danger is not a byproduct of eating a ham and cheese sandwich, well, that is, unless your ham is made of glass shards and your cheese is laced with cyanide. It sure does sound yummy, though.

A mulberry milkshake that causes mild gastrointestinal discomfort became a bestseller as a wedding present to those that got married on even numbered dates in odd numbered months.

Being partially incapacitated while trying to floss your ankles due to an ear drum imbalance is the least provocative thing a sinusoid could do while parrying the concept of radical honesty.

Diminishing the stuff that collects in a home over the first 16,200 days of one's life is an enormous task. My thinking is to get a large bin and just fill it and have it taken away. First I would need to very selectively decide what to keep.

There are just so many barnacles.

1 comment:

ghost said...

i've never seen barnacle listed on my local chinese eatery's menu.