• Genre: Horror
Friday, November 30th, 2018
We’ve still got a few bones to pick with our dog-eat-dog micro theme. So if you enjoy last week’s tail, here’s another one to sniff you nose at (and, yes, a few more incollarable puns).
Twabble by MonsieurMoustache!:The afternoon the mayor plugged in the world’s largest air-freshener I was in a bar with Petie, drinking orbitals. An orbital is a wheat beer with a dash of blackcurrant. It’s a slow drink. It gives the world a sepia tint, like everything that’s happening actually happened long ago, back in the good old days before everything got so complicated.
The devil visits my mother Fridays. She’s a good woman – leader, churchgoer, altruist. Yet she looks forward to Friday.
Episode Art: Toeken