The four word story game

stations closing their restrooms

 

but only on Sundays

 

from noon till one

 

while they enjoyed lunch

 

of whiskey and smokes

 

and Lawry’s Seasoning Salt

 

, buttered popcorn, Skittles and

 

freshly flame grilled squirrel.

 

My flatulence has been

 

very musical lately, because

 

I ate an accordion

 

and, according to Wikipedia,

 

is a real gas.

 

When I bend over,

 

Thanks... It's interesting that I found that TW makes me want to be social, and social may not be so good at the moment. Go figure.

 

people tend to scream

 

at Keith’s doneywhacker while

 

he checks for lumps

 

in his milk carton

 

with his own face