The Beaches were Peaches to the Farthest Reaches
Amelia's bosom's heaved; they were so full of love. She looked at Edvard. "This isn't the apocalypse, is it?" she asked.
Edvard looked at the brightly colored ball flying through the air. "No," he said, "it's beach volleyball." And so it was, until the end of time.
Edvard looked at the brightly colored ball flying through the air. "No," he said, "it's beach volleyball." And so it was, until the end of time.
posted by Michael at 9:24 AM
1 Comments:
Maybe it's just because I'm partial to apocalypse stuff, but I think this one is my favorite. However, I must point out, that in a strange way, this really is a full story on its own. I'm not sure what I'd say it meant, but I think it means something. It's important. Mashed potato mountain.
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