I try to remain as deadpan as possible when I am chained to my cubicle on Water Street, but upon the 12th hour of soul-sucking, mindless monotony, my tolerance wanes thin and I begin to go insane, weeping openly, tearing my hair out by the chunks, and shoving Little Debbie Swiss Rolls into my mouth by the dozen.
World famous magician Piss Angel, Mindfreak, had no choice but to confront his assistant once he realized he could no longer tolerate his way of mooning the audience as a method of distraction. Because of the delicacy of the situation, Piss Angel composed himself and said in a deadpan voice, “I’ve noticed that when you moon the audience lately you’ve been pooping on the stage. Which is fine. But perhaps there are other ways to distract when I’m performing my illusions.”
gladys potter was unable to complete a sentence today. please see 7/29 where she attempts to make up for it.