How Kalamazoo Michigan Came to Love the Terrorist Testicle
How Kalamazoo Michigan Came to Love the Terrorist Testicle
a short story by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen was having a parachuting lackadaisical with his Terrorist Testicle. The Terrorist Testicle, which he had bought on a talking pumpkin farm somewhere west of your ***, was — oh what’s the weather today?
Somebody, who just didn’t have enough vaginas to spend, was considering buying the Terrorist Testicle from Wolf Larsen. But
Wolf Larsen had just come from Kalamazoo Michigan on a spaceship.
This was confusing to the FBI, which had been following the Terrorist Testicle ever since Paris France was located in China.
The FBI, which was born from the anus of Edgar Hoover, sometimes calls the Terrorist Testicle to inform it of various sales at Walmart.
This was back when Walmart was a herpes sore on Wolf Larsen’s penis. (Nine months before you were born Wolf Larsen contracted genital herpes from your mother just kidding where do I find a bottle opener for this beer?.) Of course, the giant anus-in-the-middle-of-his-face candidacy of Donald Trump has nothing to do with this story, but it’s amusing anyway, because of fireflies...
Fireflies at night in the summertime is the reason for...
Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen
