possibly, but, who knows
what’s going on here?
beats me, so anyway
, having disposed of the
unearned disposable income, I
promptly filed my taxes
then I said, “Hey!”
“What are you doing?!”
“Can’t you read the”
“No, I am blind.”
(Is anyone reading what was posted just before them? This story’s punctuation and grammar are becoming a mess, and needlessly so.)
I didn’t believe him.
Nevertheless, I voted for
the dyspeptic anarcho-syndicalist antidisestablishmentarian
pipsqueak, as he threatened
to single-handedly overthrow a
regime all too ready
to outlaw the use
of exsanguinated Shetland ponies.
The horses were used
to provide some much-needed