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The cat was out and about, hating this cold and trying not to pout. Actually I suppose as long as you cover up your toes, it isn't so bad. Plus we got plenty of heat at our crap hole of a pad. Anyway, once more I saw those two idiots on display. Gung and Ho were walking to and fro with a big red sack. Beware, their rhymes really rather lack.
"Gung, how does it all fit? He must be strong to lift it."
"We are rhyming once more. Ho, that cat must be around us once more."
"I don't think it counts if you rhyme the same word. Maybe he gets help from Big Bird?"
Those two idiots just tugged at this red sack and it sure caused them flack. They kept going down the road each holding it trying to break Santa's code. Then the two loons starting picking up everything in sight and chucking it in, obviously the bag was not light.
"Gung, are you really going to do that? You should know that yellow snow was from the cat."
"Don't be so silly, Ho. It was simply from a banana that didn't grow."
"Let's try this rock too. Now this will sure prove how it is true."
"Ho, that is a great idea my friend. Santa's tricks will come to an end."
The pair dumped out the crap they threw into it, leaving a big pile of well shit. I think I even saw a rusty bike. At least they were getting exercise from their hike. The pair then widened the bag as far as they could and proved they were crazier than Little Red Riding Hood.
"I know we have it. We just need to give it a good hit."
"Let's go, Ho. Give it one more tug and watch your toe."
"Gung, we could get rich. We could steal umm borrow all kinds and sell them once we figure out this glitch."
"Santa will never be able to fool the world again and it is all thanks to these two men."
"Because Gung is hung and Ho has the flow."
A look of disgust came across their face, as out came some dude from the rat race. The work day was through and he was ready to go home, catching them in his view. He shouted rather rude things at them and even spit some flem.
"Ho, I think it is time to go."
"Gung, our Santa bell has officially sung."
They left the bag covering half a car and I swear they must have hit some bar. The pair actually thought they could shrink a car into a bag. They finally gave up and waved the white flag. Not before they smashed the guy's window though and I watched as he drove after Gung and Ho. Maybe Gung was squashed like dung and Ho was crushed and eaten by a crow? I know I will once more see their mass for I am not that lucky of a little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.