Inhabiting our vestibular breach, the spirits found it hot of body.
Yipee!
“Grab a tub of extra creamy Jif,” quoth he.
Extra creamy is as extra creamy does,
so I take out my shotgun.
“That is an awesome idea!” she snapped,
and steered the vessel directly into the depths of despair.
Ignoring the tremendous shudder as the pressure increased,
she shamelessly plugged her upcoming gigs:
COME SEE MY BAND ON SATURDAY OR TUESDAY!
