Two Minutes of Utter Nonsense: An Off-the-Top-of-My-Head Writing Exercise

It was a sad late breakfast for Taddly Sleeveless--a delayed nourishing caused by an unexpectedly prolonged evening encounter with an Off-Duty Meter Maid and a thoroughly unbelievable excuse for his shirt tale poking through a loosened seam in his pants (Dungaree Gremlins)--when he discovered that the marshmellows in his Lucky Charms were, in fact, Baby Gorilla teeth secreted in this particular box of cereal by a spiteful Dian Fossey admirer with a spouse employed by General Mills. His doctor insisted (after a manic and slightly distorted--thank you, lacerated tongue--phone call to his HMO) that the infant simian choppers would surely pass in his next one or two movements and that a "medicinal auger" was not necessary to extricate them (nor existed for that matter regardless of Tad's insistence otherwise). This episode caused great anxiety in Mister Sleeveless as he pondered the contents of the remaining box of Fruit Brute in his cupboard.

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