A Foreign Affair

Christina walked into the storage freezer in the back of the McDonalds she worked at to get some more beef patties.  Alan was already in there, standing near the beef.  He had been pilfering some frozen supplies while eating a chocolate chip cookie.  "Hey, Christina," said Alan, talking through a mouth filled with half-chewed cookie.

"Mmm, Alan," said Christina, looking him in the eyes.  A little bit of cookie mush seeped out of the corner of Alan's mouth.  Really sexy-like, Christina scooped it up with the tip of her finger.  Then she put the cookie mush in her mouth and sucked it down her esophagus.  Alan's eye's widened while he pitched tent near his hips.  "Mmm, Alan," said Christina again.

Then their manager walked in.  "What are you guys doing back here?"

"Uhh, nothing," said Alan.  He was embarassed and tried to swallow the rest of his cookie.

"We're playing who wants to eat my half-chewed cookie," Christina informed their manager, who was named Alice.

"I want to eat your half-chewed cookie," said Alice really sexy-like to Alan as she dragged her finger down the crease of his bulging pectorials. 

Alan really liked this turn of events, but unfortunately he had swallowed the rest of his cookie.

"I swallowed my cookie," said Alan, "Sorry."

"It was delicious," said Christina, really sexy-like.

"That's too bad," said Alice, really sexy-like.

Alice and Christina started kissing each other.  "Oh boy," said Alan.  He reached into a box filled with small, frozen sausages.  He held them and it was weird because he was watching his colleague make out with his manager while he held frozen sausages in a freezer in the McDonalds he worked at. 

Christina stopped kissing Alice, and said to Alan: "Put those sausages away."  Alan was confused, but did as he was told and put the sausages back in the box.

"I'm gonna get back to work," he said, pointing in the general direction of the kitchen.  He felt really weird and promptly left the freezer. 

The three of them never talked about it again.

Summation (Act II Scene 1)

      Cracked out ::<:=:>:: I'm using my
  Prehensile tentacles to roll cigarettes,
         Getting slime on everything I touch
                 As the coffee bubbles out the corners
   Of my Mona Lisa 
                         And trickles down my chin.

There's a direct correlation between
          the number of coffee stains on my t-
   shirt and the number of hours I've
                  been awake: I manage to spill coffee on
myself roughly once every 2 hrs {{\ge\e g/oll//y m\r./ \\that's a lot//
                  ///o\f //cof\\\\fee//!\\\}}  =>
       & green eye shadow (curtsy of Ellie) signals
at least 27+ hours of consciousness.

         Utilized some southern DRAWL this morning to   

         Tell the teller at the bank
       (as I filled out a withdraw slip) that
           I thought she was cute, and I looked up
    to see what she thought about it,
          and she was staring at her computer screen,
                        feigning ignorance, so I decided to
              I drop it,
                     and that's how it broke.

           ^^^^^
          *******
       {    o    o    }
            
             blind
          ______
        /              \
{{{{{...............}}}}}
       // \\/ / \. \/./\\
_________________

SO, looking ahead to some dusk, I'm thinking that

When I finally need to sleep,
         I should curl up on the cedar boards of my porch &,
Like Christmas Wonderland, everything'll be
   picturesquely speckled, freckled, almost frosted with ashes.

Conversation in an Alley

The dog said to the cat "Hello, my name is Albert."

And the cat laughed.  "Albert, you are a silly thing.  Perhaps you need more attention from your owner."

Albert frowned and said "I don't have an owner."  A pidgeon flew into the alley where Albert and the cat were talking.

The pidgeon said "What are you two talking about?"

The cat said "Albert doesn't have an owner."

"Hmm," responded the pidgeon with quick darts of its head this way and that, "My name is Terry."

Albert thought the pidgeon was being rather intrusive.  "Beat it," he said to Terry.

Instead of the pidgeon leaving, however, the cat pranced off. 

"Wait," called Albert after the cat, "I never got your name."

But the cat had disappeared and Albert was left with only Terry for company.

A Wonderful New Blog for a Wonderful New Era!

You might be wondering why I started another blog.  I might be wondering that as well.  We all might be wondering why wondering is such a wondrous feeling.

So go on!  Let yourself wonder!

Now that I wonder about it, I wonder if that's why I started another blog . . . to help you wonder along.

Isn't this wonderful? 

I wonder what will happen next!