Memory foam pillow, how have you forgotten me?

On Saturday, Bernita, the Stumblebum came over and we ate cream of mushroom soup while she washed her poncho and boo. I gave her an anesthetic so she could really define her stumblebum moniker and we laughed and laughed as she stumbled into the mailbox, a bicycle, Satan, the coffee table, the fire place, a jar of mayonnaise, the ironing board, and a realistic replica of Lenin’s smashing corpse.

Bernita said she hoped her corpse would look that good and I told her she already looked worse. Too much lighter fluid in her diet she surmised. Then she gave Kung fu hamster minus the fu, ringworm. And now all his spirit is gone.


At 1:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You must stop writing these stoned.


At 3:04 AM, Blogger marie curie said...

how high were you? i love it and all, but at least i have an excuse for nonsense.

At 7:53 AM, Blogger Clemy but call me Erin said...

This was the "edited" version, So shut your f'n cakeholes.

At 3:48 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I got what you were saying..."f" the rest of um sugar.


At 1:23 PM, Blogger Clemy but call me Erin said...

and mc being crazy is not an excuse.


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