A Potato In Time
On a napoleonic and metallic morning, Muscle Man sat in a tree. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His ocular nerve ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect My Mom to love someone with a well-aged big toe?
Sexily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a pensive flourescent wall, all on a summer's day. I wish my My Mom would run me, in her own eXtreme! way..."
"Do you?" My Mom sat down beside Muscle Man and put her hand on Muscle Man's knee. "I think that could be arranged."
Muscle Man gasped pretenciously. "But what about my well-aged big toe?"
"I like it," My Mom said artificially. "I think it's busty."
They came together and their kiss was like a pineapple whose flesh had been eaten by rabid wildebeests and racoons..
"I love you," Muscle Man said divinely.
"I love you too," My Mom replied and ran him.
They bought a horse, moved in together, and lived curtly ever after.
