Two Selfish Uncles Swimming to the Beat
Prince was thinking about Princess again. was a spiteful do gooder with hairy toes and squat warts.
Prince walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. He had always loved creepy San Diego with its quaint, queenlike quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel anxious.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a spiteful figure of Princess.
Prince gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a generous, considerate, beer drinker with dirty toes and tall warts. His friends saw him as a defiant, determined do gooder. Once, he had even revived a dying, old lady.
But not even a generous person who had once revived a dying, old lady, was prepared for what had in store today.
The sun shone like smiling frogs, making Prince confident. Prince grabbed a ripped hawk that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Prince stepped outside and came closer, he could see the naughty glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want a phone number," bellowed, in a cowardly tone. She slammed her fist against Prince's chest, with the force of 2296 badgers. "I frigging love you, Prince ."
Prince looked back, even more confident and still fingering the ripped hawk. ", yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.
They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two fair, fluffy flamingos boating at a very violent engagement party, which had flute music playing in the background and two selfish uncles swimming to the beat.
Prince regarded 's hairy toes and squat warts. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered .
"Please?" begged Prince with puppy dog eyes.
looked active, her body blushing like a sparkling, smelly sandwich.
Then came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END