Holly's Adventure
By The Toasty-Fried Co-Op
(Note: This story is especially interesting to me because, with the exception of the ficticious characters of Holly and Bob, this presents a snapshot of the personalities involved in the Toasty at that time. Everyone at the table that evening was mentioned in this story.)

     Holly sneezed violently, connecting with the opposing finger, and then she looked puzzled about three squids entering through the porthole. They looked as if in ecstacy over the creamy lips.
      Oblivious to many, and shortly to become an eel-fancier, Clayton invested both ears and eyes into a scheme: This denial led him astray. He wandered by the old dock. Wondering why Roger's zipper dripped droplets of honey, Cheryl gave some advice.
     She argued, "Why not give joy to bees, for Honeycomb cereal and bran give constipation to bees!"
     How then, do drips drip? "Cloyingly," said the bees.
The fact matters little, for often unicorns are nasty thinkers, however, they seldom burn energy.
     Holly danced sluggishly near a butterfly with Roger. Clayton, Roger's buddy, took offense because Scott had big ideas about rabbits. He wanted waves, but got furry slugs.
     Historians are incredibly grateful to squids, because Holly arousingly licks honey when placed upon the zipper. Roger and Cheryl stopped fornicating soon after squids objected piteously. Dan, the Torpedo cruised around and stopped bothering them.
     Tom thought "Hmmm... Fluffy felt and Bobo revealed his true identity." Tom's girlfriend, Bob, hopscotched through Newark, so Liz skipped dinner. This meant starvation for her bunnies' welfare.
     Seismic worms resulted in catastrophe leading molested eels to salvation. While the inmates wrote Shakespeare, Shakespeare urinated wildly about the squid-like tentacles gyrating toward him. Cautiously, Maurice peered over tumbling dice. Snake eyes popped out.
     Tim rolled over naked and saw Cheryl, fondled several young eels, and then dressed Cheryl with silk draperies, which fell off erotically. You can imagine the insidious feeling this produced while Della was Michael's tutor in general mayhem.
     The consensus among bees remains unresolved, while Michael sleeps without inhibitions.

                                                  :The End:

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