Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

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