... to save his manic tongue the unnecessary syllables, the tweaker told his shrink to henceforth refer to this symptom as Audi Lucy, reasonably she agreed. Suddenly, however, just outside -- sirens began wailing like a fussy baby being fed chalkboard-fed organic rusty nails, giving way to a sound so abysmal and horrendous. He knew that roar. Undoubtedly, it was a homicidal Sassafrassquatch ripped to his tits horny on speed. It's eyes rolled back as he furiously masturbated, bursting blood vessels on his forehead, grimacing, bellowing a sinister, gutteral yelp. & it's meat staff erupted like Pompeii, one could see all over his sweaty body morphing veins as the blood coursing through them coagulated into ropes of iron-enriched lumps of throbbing gristle. Upon the final primordial kung-fu pump Sass echoed a warcry so LOUD ALL OF the streetlights went dark and every car parked on this street's alarm started up as their auto glass shattered . Then Sassafrasquatch quickly pulled up his Dungarees to check for potential witnesses, and his gaze FROZE locking eyes with the thousand-yard stare behind his therapist's sunroom pane... Fuck this! He screamed bloody murder.
Or was that just the Keurig percolator shitting out again? Holy shit did I say this entire-- was I talking? DID SHE HEAR ME?! why's she insist on using such a jalopy coffeemaker? She gonna charge extra for all the Sass cum on the back deck???
La-la-la-la, i grab my tinfoil earmuffs and leapt off the fire escape.