Pre-packaged Prey
Last night, I get home. I try to sleep, yet my stomach says I must eat. So I do.
I pull up a most XL can of Spaghettio's, but alas, the can opener hath broken from some woeful electricality.
Woe! Woe is me, I say! Oh, Woe!
Anon, I get to thinking how I shouldn't despair. A can opener only has purpose, yet a screw driver and a little elbow grease can do the same thing. I stab it, I jam, and finally disembowel the can of Spaghettio's. A proud smile grows, watching the after-gore of that sweet evisceration. Mmm. Victory is delectable.
I can already feel the mean levels of temperature dropping. It's as if the imminence of Fall tingles on the edge of every hair. Sometimes, when I don't even recognize it, I cognate that my goosebumps blame the Fall to come.
What a year this will be, I can already tell. I want to take it by storm. I was going to make a pun, but of all puns possible I believe seasonal puns can be among the lamest. Oh well, pity is welcome nonetheless.
...And I quote... " is is saying ROLL TIDE BICTHES!".
Hah. Classy.
I pull up a most XL can of Spaghettio's, but alas, the can opener hath broken from some woeful electricality.
Woe! Woe is me, I say! Oh, Woe!
Anon, I get to thinking how I shouldn't despair. A can opener only has purpose, yet a screw driver and a little elbow grease can do the same thing. I stab it, I jam, and finally disembowel the can of Spaghettio's. A proud smile grows, watching the after-gore of that sweet evisceration. Mmm. Victory is delectable.
I can already feel the mean levels of temperature dropping. It's as if the imminence of Fall tingles on the edge of every hair. Sometimes, when I don't even recognize it, I cognate that my goosebumps blame the Fall to come.
What a year this will be, I can already tell. I want to take it by storm. I was going to make a pun, but of all puns possible I believe seasonal puns can be among the lamest. Oh well, pity is welcome nonetheless.
...And I quote... " is is saying ROLL TIDE BICTHES!".
Hah. Classy.