When Pat was away at work, outside the door the cat heard someone lurk. I figured it was that Drazin nut, so I got ready to once again kick his butt. But the door opened and I was buried in these curled up, wannabe cookie things. Some stupid truck driver with the brain shuts dropped them off here instead of Colorado Springs.
First of all, was he ever far far away from his destined hall. Secondly, I could barely move in this crap and then the cookie things themselves began to yap. Yes! The stupid things were talking to me, as I crushed them and tried to flee.
"He who throws dirt is losing ground."
You stupid thing! I bury stuff with the dirt I fling.
"A thrilling time is in your immediate future."
When you pop a poison pill, that will give me a thrill.
"The first step to better times is to imagine them."
I imagine you away. See you damn dirty dough you lie with your sad excuse for a cookie tray.
"A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking."
I'm sick and tired of you getting stuck to me feet. But I will never admit defeat.
"The secret of getting ahead is getting started."
I hope you things are not faint hearted because oops I farted.
"Any rough times are behind you."
Good! Now let me out of this crap because after your boring chat I need a nap.
"You are talented in many ways."
Sucking up will do you no good. When I get out of here I am going to burn you like a piece of wood.
"He who laughs at himself never runs out of things to laugh at."
I guess you things have that covered, with all the pathetic sayings you have discovered.
"You will inherit some money or a small piece of land."
Now you are trying to buy me off? I won't fall for one of Miss Priss's fake coughs.
"Funny thing about humility. Just when you think you've got it, you've lost it."
I guess then you are completely out to lunch. You must have drank too much fruit punch.
"A secret admirer will soon send you a sign of affection."
You want to stalk me now? That was not a happy meow.
"The one you love is closer than you think."
It's not going to work. So shut up you jerk.
I am free. No more of your blithering for me.
"When you are nothing but crummy dough. Beware your own hot air, as you may just fly out the window!"
I grabbed Miss Priss and made her turn on the fan. We pushed the thing toward the dough clan. I leaped up to the door and pushed it open, as the crushed dough and their stupid messages went flying across the floor. The whole mess blew away and the facts are simply what stupid messages they convey.
So to the dough I have one thing left to say, just in case that stupid stuff ever gets dumped again my way. When you sound like nothing more then the passing of gas, you will always be blown away by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.