All witnesses agree that the monster
wears a red MAGA hat.
Beyond that, descriptions are vague;
lurking, lumbering, white . . .
tiny, tiny hands.
The creature growls and groans,
but its only intelligible word
is WALL - delivered in a rabble rouse howl.
The very sound is maddening.
To soothe and silence the beast,
gentlemen are advised to softly croon
Tom T Hall's 1973 hit "I Like Beer"
(it makes him a jolly good fellow)
and slowly back away.
Women, just stay where you are.
The monster has an unexplained fear of vaginas.
For Izy's Out of Standard at Real Toads
Thursday, October 25, 2018
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
14 comments:
This is funny!
Oh my goodness, this is just absolutely perfect! I LOVE it. LOL.
Fear of vaginas...Ilove it
Kill it! Kill it!
Hahahahahahaha, I knew I could count on you MZ to create something so pointed and yet a little light hearted. Tiny hands, tiny hands....sigh. Thanks for being you in the of like...everything. Viva la!!!!
Perfect, Mom Z. Locker room talk to compensate for TINY. My adjective is ISIS-like, i.e., 'determination to tear down anything good or bearing the name Obama.'
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Poor man, what an affliction he has. Which proves there is always someone worse off than yourself!
Oh, those tiny, tiny hands are scary!
Unfortunately, the tiny hands is paired up with a tiny brain, and the tiny penis still does the thinking...
I almost expected a toadstool slipped in somewhere... hilarious.
Whoops. The tiny hands ARE paired up with a tiny, tiny brain...
Laughed out loud on this one. And, I must tell you, I was in The Strand bookstore and there was a bowl on the counter of tiny little rubber hands. The sign said, "actual size".
Lordy me! Not as scarce as one might imagine.
;-)
Haha, very good.
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