Pookie's Big Date!
By The Toasty-Fried Co-Op

    Once for the blue lobsters, revolutionaries had three lights with giant shades. But darkness fell, overshadowing kumquats. Max pursued infinite whirlpools. Inconceivable twits pedalled bodily towards virgin craters of gelatinous Vaseline, which agitate violently.
     Somewhat silly, Max fabricated lubricants to enjoy spreading aliens' home-poppies. Quagtag's hedgehog, Zoombuli, licked Pookie! Abercrombie Washington Balthazar procrastinated finally.
     Ultimately, bovines accompanied athletes through the portals of pedestrians. Pookie chased the hedgehog, eventually catching amoebic acid stud-puppets, who toted flowers over dweeb pollens that traveled retroactively toward Max.
     Zaphod croaked like many geriatrics' enemas, becoming irate before they started passing away. Pookie continued conglomerating s'mores. Snowmobiles plummeted slowly, awkwardly, slumpingly, and directly into surrounding, colorful whirlpools abiding in temporal ooze.
     Gestating gigabits jerked joyfully, gingerly, jaggedly jaundiced Janis Joplin. Don't bounce Vaseline, lest gelatinous munchkins sit on your technical sack-remnants.

                                                   The End

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