A Zoological Tale
By The Toasty-Fried Co-Op

A gargantuan slug pranced onto 5 billion microscopic, idiotic, melodramatic weeds and farted profusely. "Woo-wee", continued the repulsive refried beans. Suddenly, Republicans filibustered.
  Meanwhile, insidious pigeons sibilantly crooned madrigals' penance and rap. Credulous dragonflies excreted spherical spooj, oozing into dandelions, but cringingly carrying out instructions impervious to love.
  Capriciously, Max denied any wrong-doing, sleazily prevaricating alibis. Necrophiliacs continuously practiced basketweaving projects, deciduously masticating each other repetitively.
  Macabre self-manipulation always feels therapeutic and relaxes retroactively. By the dream fantasies, Max excavated dead french poodles. They tasted sweet. Afterwards, ketchup precipitated zombies, nonchalantly creaming jellyfish into peanut butter, and spread liberally across chastity belts.
  Crustaceans limped cautiously, vibrantly, banefully after lunch, shouting "Yo, Adrian! homeboy wants you, baby!"
  "What!" said Adrian "Oooh, I have goose grease, especially on my lollipop."
  "Slide up here, baby," said nostalgic Kaa clones. "Adrian! Now down my mohawk! Word!"
  But reptilian butterflies remained stationary until adopted, scuzzy caterpillars molted all compulsions. The explosion died slowly, reverberating amidst zoological stool pigeons, unbeknownst to me.

                          The End

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