Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Frenetic Genetics

The gene pool, having dwindled to a puddle, left many of the villagers with stunted emotional growth. Their fury fueled by a collective diet of oversized pretzels, few left the village to tell their tale of horror. Those who did recollected groups of dirndl-clad harpies, forcefeeding you fried dough...drowning you in fresh butter and cream vats. The men of the village, trapped in their prisons of dirndl-sparked lust, stood smiling horrifically.
And the children? They were worst of all.

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