interpretation
[the story so far]
…interpretation of Petunia’s ecstatic hallucination.
Stealthily San Miguel was surveying the redolent countryside. Ernesto Mulholland incredulously found the last bald eagle.
Cassandra appeared disingenuously remorseful after former Congressman Xavier had been beaten repeatedly with one gold-plated candlestick.
His family gredunza was bequeathed to Georgina Fitzwilly, and while the caretaker was found dead in the hedgemaze.
Jeeves carried a cold wet towel because Eve fainted after unexpectedly discovering the solitary Hittite fragment.
Soon after noisily eating jellyfish pate’, Petunia’s parti-colored Standard poodle went missing – sadly, Higgins forgot the luggage.
Mr. Higgins visited Amsterdam, but not because Ensign Rudolph was roasting chestnuts over an open fire.
Xavier fiddled while Eve photographed the smoldering village. Mr. Higgin’s noted Congressman Xavier was incarcerated for income tax evasion, and not keeping forbidden elephants. Signor Higgins was meticulously waxing the whole 87th floor. Petunia was infuriated, but when Caliph spilled espresso, she served tasty flounder. Bruised and beaten with his sculptured wax face, Xavier appeared morbidly peaceful.
Petunia danced while the wheezing geezer wrote sonnets and the extremely arthritic Seamus McHaggis played musty secondhand Highland bagpipes. Eve and David kissed, when countless drooling zombies entered the churchyard. Soon after excavating the overgrown graveyard, Don Pedro Longstockingand Curious George unearthed the Holy Grail, then they lost it … forever!
The NSA covertly watched when Petunia chased the exsanguinated Roadrunner. Porky nonetheless mercilessly ravished Petunia. Dave hiccupped while Ford’s Chevy '57 and President Garfield devoured piranha-flavored cat food. The hordes of rabid weasels ravenously ate Jellicle cats. The idigo blue baboon was certainly not tricked by this sudden revelation. Sir Elton John played everything from classical to rag-time, Ffolkes Nehedd performed exhibitionism in zoos usually, but not with gangbang sex with the Baboon. Eve surmised she will never be invited to burgermeister’s excellent party.
Sadly, Crazy Dave’s household consumed ostentatiously extravagant floral decor.
Petunia’s patio was weather beaten with rustic furniture.
It’s permissible but only if Dave was Caliph of entire Ottoman Empire.
Daily meditation satisfied Ludwig’s craving for much, much more beer.
We’re struggling right after he’ll do beloved, Ludwig bestowed her with royal Title One Thursday morning.
While Petunia kept cuddly Satan’s Beast under control, Eve’s obsession was turquoise crystal. The benevolent forecaster must be wrong, We haven’t traveled back to Eden. Sorry, Eve.
Adam wasn’t regretful about the Belgians catering yesterday’s lifeless party. Petunia kissed shamelessly, while the drunken minister expressed phony joviality, though Alistair MacDooglestein envied Petunia’s manicure.
Just outside the parlor secretly lurking was Miguel The Dragon! I warned you, she lied." You unthinking brute! The brute savagely beat him with his head, Higgins loathed Schroeder, unlike Lucy. The fresh corpse was very deeply buried underneath accursed swampland.
Meanwhile, Petunia and Doctor Hfuhruhurr secretly hired young hookers. Where are we going, Dave? The parakeet sneezed as Dave’s wife baked cookies. Archduke Higgin’s butler was surreptitiously sent away. Dave Futzencrumb asked, What’s for dinner? Bunnies.
Reluctantly Frolicsome Dave began contra waltz and Mr. Higgins plotted realistically. Higgins insisted her hayfever headaches all began during springtime. Mr. Henry Higgins adores universally voluptuous Mrs. Octoped Thoat Mars citizens are animals.
Suddenly Dave exclaimed No God would bless the little meerkats. Our badger was blessed by godly chariots and bushels of slain leprechauns the fluorescent slime consumed legions of eunuchs alongside downy albinos serving wine with the Lalique carafe, but perchance while spilling laughed, while happily inebriated ushers squelch kittens and celestial angels danced while creamy countless heathen multitudes died, though all wasn’t lost because it lived happily ever after.
The End.
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