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

inured to unkind cuts,

to get the shit

-take mushrooms for Gordon

Ramsey to stir fry

in the up-turned cups.

It was a feast

of size 32C proportions

, everyone readily agreed, but

post-emesis, readily, totally UN-agreed

but feeling rather light-headed,

went to Sacramento instead.

Dr. Hfuhruhurr diagnosed me

with hemhorroids from sitting

on my lover’s penis

while he wore a

smile and an erect

miniature statue of the

Christo Redentor around his

frenulum while singing aloud

“Oh, You Gorgeous Thing!”