The Nefarious (and skilful) Burger Coach

[alvin_stomack]

November 5th, 2006 (Sunday)
My wooly friends and I watched the jai alai scrimmage from the bushes behind the Bilòbus Steak High School for Christmas Islanders, knee-deep in abandoned homework assignments, D.A.R.E. brochures, discarded cafeteria tacos, and hardened chewing gum. Alain and Maribeth watched in awe as Helicon 'Bacteria Pit' Ruiz executed

Comments

[derherrwill]

Mister Miles T. Burger's blatant disregard for the bright germinate that is Jal Alai and all associated Poetries serves as an unchecked, uncouth, and (ontologically speaking) Uncle Heimer Schneekaufen-like Offense in it's quiet dismissal of all Chroma that lie between (but not because of) the wavelengths from the three-hundred and eightieth nanometer through on to (but not about) the four-hundred and fiftieth measurement. Needless to say, this Viole[n]t Act must not go un-pushed, -prodded, nor neither -punished. I Money Market & Estate Trust that you'll act in a way most peasantly policing to both eye and ear headpiece in dew coarse trample-flats, my dune Companion.

[alvin_stomack]

I say, my tender tadpole: now you're speaking my language! Your advice is (good/kind)ly. Here is the classic case of the student now instructing the teacher (and with strawberry flavor).