Thursday, July 3, 2008
Comedy Soda #2
Deep in the heart of the A To The Z industries, Arthur Zed sits down in his executive bean bag chair. A chair which sounds like it is farting.
"Too flatulent for how much it cost," he thinks to himself.
Pulling his chair up to his executive bean bag desk, he goes through the day's mail. Each envelope he opens with his fingers. Each time he fears this will be the envelope containing anthrax. He could use a letter opener. Well...he could if didn't have the soft flaccid bean bag drawer inside the equally soft and flaccid bean bag desk.
Wedged between the thick catalog detailing computer equipment he will never buy and pizzas he will never eat. Especially the Super Carnivore topped with only the finest Vegans and Vegetarians. You know like Moby and Jonathan Swift. Arthur Zed's face illuminates as he opens the envelope and retrieves the video cassette inside.
"Finally, my plans are coming twogether."
Comedy Soda is copyright 2008 Little'en and Big'en
"Too flatulent for how much it cost," he thinks to himself.
Pulling his chair up to his executive bean bag desk, he goes through the day's mail. Each envelope he opens with his fingers. Each time he fears this will be the envelope containing anthrax. He could use a letter opener. Well...he could if didn't have the soft flaccid bean bag drawer inside the equally soft and flaccid bean bag desk.
Wedged between the thick catalog detailing computer equipment he will never buy and pizzas he will never eat. Especially the Super Carnivore topped with only the finest Vegans and Vegetarians. You know like Moby and Jonathan Swift. Arthur Zed's face illuminates as he opens the envelope and retrieves the video cassette inside.
"Finally, my plans are coming twogether."
Comedy Soda is copyright 2008 Little'en and Big'en
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