. Specifically folded, spindled and
masticated, courtesy of the
nuns down the block.
Those wacky nuns! Why,
they even use rubber
baby buggy bumpers to
sell seashells by the
light of the silvery
third moon of Siluriantapalentreenuncophilabelida.
Descending Mt Olympus, I
pulled a groin muscle
while trying to hurdle
shuttle buses full of
tourists trying to see
the wacky nuns and
weirdo weasels, all covered
in lime jelly. Naturally,
this injury didn’t prevent
them from ripping my
bodice and exposing my