All Argentinean apricots
All Argentinian apricots accumulate at acceptable amounts acquired antantidotes arduosly attained after atoning agrivated aphids, amusing asorted acrobatic arachnids, arousing amicable alpacas, atending augmented avacado auctions and avoiding abundant aborial ants.
But (bitter) blue bananas bestow beauty beyond bold benevelant babes before boyhood because becoming bitter betrays beurocratic borders bypassing beating bubbly brats.
I don’t believe the latter for a second.
I’m Amazed By You
Yes, you read that right!
I'm AMAAAAAZED by you
AGHAAAAST at you
ENTHRAAAALLED by your ability
to make it about you
I DIDN'T LIKE THE MOVIE!
How sad for you.
THE SCIENCE DIDN'T MAKE SENSE!
That's why it's a movie.
I HAVE A DEGREE AND I KNOW!
He strikes, again!
MY FRIEND HAS LOST HER JOB!
How terrible for her.
I WISH SHE WORKED WITH ME!
How kind thoughted of you.
MY JOB HAS GREAT COMPENSATION!
Another one bites the dust!
TODAY'S MY MOM'S BIRTHDAY!
Happy birthday to her.
HAVE YOU ALL TOLD HER SO?
I just did.
I TOLD HER THIS MORNING, AND IT WAS THE BEST!
How are you doing this?
DID YOU BRING THE ROAST TO THE POTLUCK?
Yes, I hope you liked it.
I BROUGHT THE CHEESE TRAY!
Well, thank you for doing that.
I PAID $50 FOR IT!
Why the fuck would you feel proud of that?
HOW'S YOUR DIET GOING?
Well, thank you for asking.
YOU KNOW I LOST MORE WEIGHT BY DOIN-
No!
Nope!
You're done!
It's over!
This is the end of this poem.
I'm, like, really pissed off at you, right now.
Just shut up.
I'm done.
I No Longer Want To Do This Piece,
For This Challenge, Because I Wrote A Very Nice Title. It Was One That I Quite Liked, But I Tried To Save It, And It Didn’t Work. So now, I Will Continue To Pout About This, And Make My Title About This, And My Piece About This, Because I Am DEVASTATED. I Worked So Hard On My Last Title, All For Nothing! And Because Prose Has Made Me Suffer At The Untimely Death Of My Gloriously Beautiful, Long-Winded Title, You, The Reader, Must Suffer As Well. I Hope You Enjoy The Complete Lack Of Actual Writing Here. There Will Be Two Words Of Actual Writing. TWO WORDS. This Will Be The Last Time You Annoy Me, Prose! You Cannot Limit My Title Space! That Limits My Creativity. So, Prose, I Hope You’re Happy. (X)
You suck.
Lame Joke
I went to my local hospital for a minor procedure.
The Doc asked if I wanted a local anesthetic and I said “Sure.”
I woke up groggy and confused FIVE hours later.
“Dude, I thought you were giving me a local anesthetic,” I said.
“It was a local anesthetic,” he replied.
“It was made in a factory round the corner!”
Boom! Boom!