lucy couldn’t believe her luck! it was already
october, halloween was just around the
corner, and she had just this afternoon walked into a
knick-knack joint down on the corner of
yoruba and meyer, right next to the
old navy that used to be a piggly-wiggly.
“u
remember, don’t ya,
tim?”
“as if,” thought tim. lucy is such a
sucker for
knick-knacks, this much tim knew already,
but why did she always have to be so
all in? these two lovebirds were shuffling off to the local
rodeo; a night out on the
town for st. alpen’s
hottest new couple,
etc.
memo to self (which, is the same as a note to self, but not an
email to self), forget what i just said and
take this down, pronto:
“attention! attention!”
(victor was bored out of his mind)
“evacuate immediately, i
repeat, evacuate the office, the building, the apartment complex, the hospital, the
shopping mall,
evacuate!
i
say, evacuate!”
“come on people,” said an
overworked
millionaire (“they exist!
i promise,” she said)
“not gon’ do ut! not
gon’ do ut!” and that, my friends, was that
!
