The rains falls hard on a neurotic seal. It’s heavy breath labours under the intesity of bourbon biscuits. Mike slowly flicks his hair from his eyes with gay abandon. That’s the last time that a seal would fuck him over. Grinding heels add an extra dimension to sadness and pain. When will this madness end?
Wearily, Graham took his tool belt from his brow and plonked himself in front of the rotovater. Would Joan ever retrieve the TV from the headest of head honchos?
He doesn’t know that Joan is already dead.
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What happened to Wilbur? Did he manage to bench press a small child? Did he ever acheive the desired circumfrence of his biceps? What about Ken? Did he ever mount that tractor that was bound for Skelmersdale?
Oh my god, I’M HOOKED!
I’m a bit upset that you’ve got so many unanswered questions, I thought that it was all there in the subtext. Perhaps you need to buy the Bourbon Seal Study Guide.
It says that Mike flicks his hair with gay abandon because he abandoned a gay. Is this accurate?
It says that Joan IS the tractor and thats why she is ‘dead’ as she is an inanimate object, and thus lifeless.
My god, it’s [i]beautiful[/i].
Thanks, doc. It’s so gratifying when someone really understands your work. The Joan = tractor sub-plot was really the driving force behind the whole story.
I’m weeping sweet tears of ecstasy as I write this.
Joan.
JOAN!
JOOOOOAAAAAANNNNN!
That’s the power of literary fiction. I hope you’re safe to continue your daily life and haven’t been too overcome in a whirlwind of emotion.