Saturday, April 14, 2012

Le Pouteen: XX-3000, The Baby in The Sack

I had a bar-b-Q. My worst friend ate the last bit of foie. We had to jet off; to Montreal. I took my swingboat. You were there. I put the baby in the sack. And I fed it to make it fat. And dropped it casually into the currents; swiftly. We made our way across that border, as the baby in the sack sunk down!