Flash Saturday, self prompted OR How the flash died in Flash Friday
- Nov. 1, 2014, 1:15 p.m.
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“Genetic experiments or did someone get sausage on an olive pizza?”
“What?”
“I heard noise.”
“Numb-nuts seems to think stoner strength beats mommy strength.”
“Oh, I know this one
‘Dude, a mom can totally lift a car if her kid is under there.’
‘She could just tell her kid to quit playing under cars, a stoner can lift a sofa full of stoners to get a cheeto. You can’t tell a cheeto not to fall under the sofa, that’s a law of thermo-dynamics.’”
“Yeah, so, you were listening, not like the door was locked.”
“There are unborn fetuses’s who’ve imagined that argument and that look forward to being under a bus. In their placental dreams I don’t think they are hoping there is a bag of Cheetos under the bus so stoners will rescue them. They might also be thinking that the Supreme Court did ok with Roe V Wade.”
“That’s stupid, and racist. You just assume every fetus is an American.”
“And you assume every stoner is. Seriously why aren’t they lifting a Divan for some hummus or a rock for some baklava?”
“Yeah and … I forgot.”
“Anyhow, we got a job boys. It’s post day of the dead. There are clocks to turn back and bones to reassemble.”
“Awww fuck me.”
“Ok, fuck you, still the bones aren’t reassembling themselves. I don’t care if you’re lifting a mini-van or Snoop Doggs Hummer, asses off the couch and femurs in the boneyard. Both kids and Cheetos cost money and the fed wants their cut. Rise and quit shining sinners, there’s a whole hour of temporal space needs reassembling too.”
Spilledperfume ⋅ November 06, 2014
xoxo