Disclaimer: yet another randomly generated story were the characters belong to RR

Sally Jackson had always loved dull home with its racid, rapid rooms. It was a place where she felt jumpy.

She was a special, clever, wine drinker with slimy toes and blonde abs. Her friends saw her as a deep, dry dolphin. Once, she had even helped a chilly disabled person cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Sally walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. The sun shone like jumping ostriches.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Percy Jackson. Percy was a sweet rover with pink toes and beautiful abs.

Sally gulped. She was not prepared for Percy.

As Sally stepped outside and Percy came closer, she could see the flabby smile on his face.

"Look Sally," growled Percy, with an arrogant glare that reminded Sally of sweet donkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a phone number. You owe me 8560 dollars."

Sally looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the bendy newspaper. "Percy, I am your mother," she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two helpless, hot horses dancing at a very brutal holiday, which had reggae music playing in the background and two thoughtless uncles thinking to the beat.

Sally studied Percy's pink toes and beautiful abs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Sally. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Percy. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Sally. "Now get your pink toes out of here before I hit you with this bendy newspaper."

Percy looked ambivalent, his wallet raw like a poised, pretty piano.

Sally could actually hear Percy's wallet shatter into 8560 pieces. Then the sweet rover hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of wine would calm Sally's nerves tonight.

THE END

A/N-thanks for reading these very weird story's. I have absolutely no idea what's happening in any of them. Please review.

-Solangelo21