Fantastic Sex with Fantastic Sam.
By Tamarah Phillips.
So we all were there, laughing and giggling and being all merry and all. Streaks of yellow wonders dotted the wood, stars and snow.
Ian got up and danced us a crazy jib while madly swinging a dazed bottle of rum.
We applauded.
It was a very good time to be a kid.
Well, with the exception of the broken door business, but that’s another story.
Susie won't forget it, Andrew loves to remember it and Mitch doesn't give a flying fuck.
When Mitch did come home there was laughter again, cause he had a mouse on his shoe.
The only bad news of his return was that Eric was dead, but that wasn't really news cause we all knew that so no one really seemed to mind.
Susie and Andrew then conceived an idea of making cheesy films of cheese but Ian got rid of this idea quickly by breaking out the My America and destroying the camera.
We all mourned.
With the My America broken out we all sat down and discussed McArther who was a polish general in New Mexico.
Andrew is kissing my nose now, he says he'll draw me a picture of words someday. I don't believe him.
Now he's saying I look like Betty-boop. I bet you didn't know that, cause I sure didn't.
I feel giddy now.
Enough of that.