scavenged around, gnawing her
fingernail as she searched
for her last Bolivian
bikini wax discount coupon
. Because damn, her bush
volcano farted as planned
as per her Hungarian
astrologer’s astute prediction. Impressed
by the soothsayer’s accuracy,
she admitted, "The sherpa
will be pleased, but
that doesn’t help my
pet toy poodle Quiche
do his tax return."
'Tax return, schmax return!!"
harrumphed the gray-headed barrister,
to his garden gnome
Rumpleforeskin, before the big
lightning bolt struck him.
“Yikes,” thought Rufus, reaching