yummy when served with Snorks --those dastardly
practitionars of all forms of base bastardy
and perfidious acts. These aberrant abominations deserve
to be marginalized, homogeinized, martinized, and then
vaccuumed and Scotchguarded. Snorks once tipped over
a vat of Greek fire during the
Black Sabbath reunion gig at Ozzfest in
1997; Ozzy and Iommi blamed eachother and
have never spoken since. The chuckling Snorks
tried to get a lead singer gig
to replace Dio, but weren't "metal" enough
, so they tried Judas Priest to further
their plunge into the leather scene for
practical reasons, as they owned numerous studded
leather police-looking hats, chaps, and other garb
surreptitiously purchased by Mona and Jacobs for
parent/teacher interview nights. Unfortunately, this didn't
sink well with the parents so the
whole thing was a wash. When you
show up looking like Leather Liberace, some
upright citizens are certain to drive you
mad (MAD I tell you!) with their
silly questions. "Ooooh! Those pants look really, really
mauve. Why don't you wear them during
your visit to Dr. Phil? He loves
the feel of polyester on his sweaty
, mustard-stained skin. In fact, he's famous for
his unusual" *pause for breath* "fondness for
Dodger Dogs, Gardenburgers, and steakfries smoothered in
gay biker musk and fresh leather oil.
Steakfries are also the favorite prey of
the Great Spotted Greaseophant, a curious beast
found only in the lush jungles of
stone known as cities. There it stalks
fatty foodstuffs, as well as those who
are terribly obese. Now it just so
happened a "Fat John Denver" lookalike contest
was being held in a downtown location
not far from Greasy Willy's Steakfry Hut
, where a simultanious "Fat Elvis" look-a-like contest
was also happening. And over at Lefty's
House of Chicken and Hubcaps, customers were
lining up for miles to obtain the
latest "toy surprise" included in every Lefty's
Happypack. But this time, to their horror,
the "surprise" was on them! As they
caked their arteries with slick saturated goodness
, the normally drowsy greaseophants suddenly awoke and
began to crave cheeseburgers with bacon, lettuce,
spam, spam, anchovies, spam and Dr. Phil!
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