Exquisite Corpse-January 22, 2007

Like a woman arranging a chignon between two mirrors, she operated on men by reflection, and so there always had to be at least two of them - men, that is, one before and one behind. A wonderful silence exploded throughout the room, as the three coffee drinkers exchanged knowing glances. Small swirls of cream, like giant cumulus clouds, expanded in the cups, like the group's collective consciousness. After sheepishly admitting her own cultural void and not having ever seen "The Wizard of Oz," he asked her what she did for fun for the last twenty years. "Yikes," sister yelled, "That's not the poison chicken you just ate, is it?" Frederick sucked in his cheeks and feeling the orange pancake crease under his eyes, he let out an unapologetic fart into his filthy housedress.

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