Cheeseburger
By Morgan Olson
"Come here my lovely." William demanded of his prey.
"Not until you sign this non-disclosure agreement." the cheeseburger said defiantly.
"Can't we just frottage each other a little." William eagerly said as he licked his lips
"Well we can...once you sign." the cheeseburger implied in a sultry voice.
William, unwilling to look for a pen, proceed to envelope the cheeseburger in his mouth.
Grease, pooled on the carpet where the cheeseburger had been.
An alarm sounded a long way into the distance,
jumping off the cliff William began to fall.
Awake, William knew his diet was not going well.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
There are more fish in the sea (part 3)
There are more fish in the sea (part 3)
By Morgan Olson
Plush Rim-shot yelled diatribes across the air and through the sea.
None had seemed to hate the Carp as much as he.
There were others bragging about Carp beatings and many sold Anti-Carp paraphernalia.
Still, no one had gotten everyone to bobble their heads as well as Rim-shot.
No longer was it illegal to eat Fish n' Chips while driving.
While still illegal, most officers would make sure it was Carp and then send them along their way.
Experiments were done to prove the Carp were from pond scum and Humans from God.
These were funded by Humans against Carp.
By Morgan Olson
Plush Rim-shot yelled diatribes across the air and through the sea.
None had seemed to hate the Carp as much as he.
There were others bragging about Carp beatings and many sold Anti-Carp paraphernalia.
Still, no one had gotten everyone to bobble their heads as well as Rim-shot.
No longer was it illegal to eat Fish n' Chips while driving.
While still illegal, most officers would make sure it was Carp and then send them along their way.
Experiments were done to prove the Carp were from pond scum and Humans from God.
These were funded by Humans against Carp.
Lurking
Lurking
By Morgan Olson
When at camp some of the younger kids played with water guns and rode horses.
I never had the luxury because i had been pulled from my cabin during my first night.
The rough hands slapped me around until i cried.
I agreed to do what ever the rough hands said and i came to love the rough hands.
They taught me to sneak around and not be detected by the security agents.
Quickly, i was able to climb any tree and eat snakes.
I was sad i had to go home but i promised i would return next year.
By Morgan Olson
When at camp some of the younger kids played with water guns and rode horses.
I never had the luxury because i had been pulled from my cabin during my first night.
The rough hands slapped me around until i cried.
I agreed to do what ever the rough hands said and i came to love the rough hands.
They taught me to sneak around and not be detected by the security agents.
Quickly, i was able to climb any tree and eat snakes.
I was sad i had to go home but i promised i would return next year.
Bob should have listened to his ma and there would have not been 70 foot bears attacking his old employers headquarters.
Bob should have listened to his ma and there would have not been 70 foot bears attacking his old employers headquarters.
Drabble By Morgan Olson
Bob blamed his huge mistake on his poor grasp of math.
More specifically the c+ he got in physics.
Bob had dropped out of his Doctor of Engineering program because Bob had tried Enzyte.
Frustration at not being able to loose his erection, his wife allowed Bob to fulfill his poly dreams.
All of Bob's wifes coworkers got pregnant.
It was at the company Christmas party.
All the ladies had sat on Santa's north pole.
"Why am i building robots when in a couple of years i could have a legions of children." Bob thought out loud to no one.
Drabble By Morgan Olson
Bob blamed his huge mistake on his poor grasp of math.
More specifically the c+ he got in physics.
Bob had dropped out of his Doctor of Engineering program because Bob had tried Enzyte.
Frustration at not being able to loose his erection, his wife allowed Bob to fulfill his poly dreams.
All of Bob's wifes coworkers got pregnant.
It was at the company Christmas party.
All the ladies had sat on Santa's north pole.
"Why am i building robots when in a couple of years i could have a legions of children." Bob thought out loud to no one.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Dried Monkey Brains
Dried Monkey Brains
By Morgan Olson
I can taste the difference between jello and the off brand.
Once i was called in at a whisky factory to tell which vat the brewmasters finger had fallen in.
I smelled it as i entered and told no one.
I tasted both vats to not give away all my talent.
They drained it and eventually reattached his finger.
I honed my craft during the 1980's when Coke and Pepsi were at war.
The footage was never shown because i was to good.
There was only one thing every made me question my skill
Dried Monkey Brain vs. Human.
By Morgan Olson
I can taste the difference between jello and the off brand.
Once i was called in at a whisky factory to tell which vat the brewmasters finger had fallen in.
I smelled it as i entered and told no one.
I tasted both vats to not give away all my talent.
They drained it and eventually reattached his finger.
I honed my craft during the 1980's when Coke and Pepsi were at war.
The footage was never shown because i was to good.
There was only one thing every made me question my skill
Dried Monkey Brain vs. Human.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The cookie i could have beat? (Revised) (Drabble)
The cookie i could have beat? (Revised)
by Morgan Olson
"Are these cookies I have been eating,” I wondered all night?
The texture of crackers that set out for a fortnight.
The funny red glow that spoke with a Russian accent.
"Eat John, not me, comrade" as it rumbled the cracks in my head
So I chose the gray cookie with only a little dread.
It tasted square and round as they moved down my GI tract.
I am sure the worms inside me will not give it back.
With all the effort and dirt ahead
I am sure my emotions are not what make me bloated or covered in red.
by Morgan Olson
"Are these cookies I have been eating,” I wondered all night?
The texture of crackers that set out for a fortnight.
The funny red glow that spoke with a Russian accent.
"Eat John, not me, comrade" as it rumbled the cracks in my head
So I chose the gray cookie with only a little dread.
It tasted square and round as they moved down my GI tract.
I am sure the worms inside me will not give it back.
With all the effort and dirt ahead
I am sure my emotions are not what make me bloated or covered in red.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The tentacle to count on (Drabble)
The tentacle to count on
By Morgan Olson
Don't let the weight of past tentacle history scare off potential mates.
Don't let your suction cups quiver in fear of hammer head sharks.
Ensure accuracy of your entire tentacle history.
Know where you stand genetically with brood mates instantly.
Protect your reef identity.
Find out who has been lurking near your tentacles while you are sleeping.
Look for potential signs of egg theft.
See your most recent tentacles transactions.
Get your tentacle report and score instantly.
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By Morgan Olson
Don't let the weight of past tentacle history scare off potential mates.
Don't let your suction cups quiver in fear of hammer head sharks.
Ensure accuracy of your entire tentacle history.
Know where you stand genetically with brood mates instantly.
Protect your reef identity.
Find out who has been lurking near your tentacles while you are sleeping.
Look for potential signs of egg theft.
See your most recent tentacles transactions.
Get your tentacle report and score instantly.
Spawn Today
This Advertisement was sent on behalf of First Tentacle STANDARD Bank and by one of its Seaweed partners.
Ink not included
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