The Number of Danish Flukes
333 Words
The last time we spoke, it was the to name the winner of the greatest contest in the Universe Of Noltag. It was sanctioned a holy grail of a evening by all who attended. Now we move on to the giled monster of Sharika who ate half of the world in one bite! So shall we begin.
The Sharika was known as a prophet of sorts, mechanic to the cars of Anon and lowly leftist minimalist of Scarropy Adem! What a mix of comings and goings! Free to eat what you like, but not free to choose what was to die. Eerie! Area of one stadium equals three nonconference mumps or stumpers, as you would call them! Eggers, what a breastbone that would become! Salud, to the fair maidens of Anon and the trident beekeepers who kept a tally of widespread fumigation in the trenches!
The secret was in the bag. Vespy sang a song that came from the water fairies. Vestal Virgin. Dire as the frost monkey on Ritalin, it gave a scare at the beginning, middle and end. Hoarfrost was in the mixture of seven deaths to come. Alas, a mighty sword sung high and low! Salud to the King and Queen of The Stellar Dreamboat. They cried and demanded a recount. But the count was good as gold. They complained and said it must be wrong. No good to complain, frenchie! It has the daily letchery of the bapoodle. Vespy rode all the way sidesaddle. He notched it up a bit, reveling in patouchie. Derro sat in the back of the limo, waiting on a friend to come with cash for the vestibule crier, here comes the dour lemons and the sugar like sweetner called Shallow Hall. It tastes bad at first, but you soon forget what it was like at first, now its a crunchberry, no, a lemon meringue mocha, no, lemon darling chewies. Has a ring to it, don't it? Kinda balls first, toes to the left. 55
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