Medusa and the Farmer By The Toasty-Fried Co-Op
	The farmer in Duluth saw Medusa in drag! Suddenly, a vicious pterodactyl swooped up quickly from Albuquerque.      Medusa said "Rats! I left several tampons strewn among the clotheslines, too dreadful!"      Meanwhile, chrysanthemums bobbed alongside persnickity teddies. Said the inquisitive bitch, "Darling! Only if you submit whole-heartedly your pastry-flavored loins to my insatiable lusts, otherwise spiked with venomous vodka, shall be your pet gerbil, Ecclesiastes."      Volcanoes erupted surreptitiously underground towards nude statutary emulating Medusa's victims' horror. Farmer Bob excreted sentient, odiferous pirates.      "Gosh, what fun!" said the pterodactyl, swooping vicariously into insatiable transvestism.       Bondage seemed boring, yet somehow the chrysanthemums came. So don't be surprised when lusty botany creams chrysanthemums.                                               -- The End --
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