101-Word Stupor — Guaranteeing my Palatial Estate in Hell With Just 101 Words
Keywords: Bologna, Crater, Abstain
God munches a bologna sandwich. That’s all she packed him. It’s the sixth day and he’s tired. Creativity hangover. Every crater filled, ready for populating. Time to make Man. This time will be different. He won’t interfere. He’ll abstain. And he’ll make them all the same color: Green. He once saw this Star Trek that—Naw. He’s got a “thing” for Asians. And his son is black. Fine. But how to keep them from fighting? Compromise. Give them all the same genitalia. Give them springy vertebrae so their mouths can reach their own—”God!” his wife calls, “Get your ass home.”
Preview for tomorrow: Fungus, Pencil, Brazilian
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