Shrinking ...
                shrunk! 
                by Albert Russo 
                At the refuge where Haniya
                stays, we met two guys just a year or so older
                than me, maybe a lil more. Ishmael and Immanuel
                are both gorgeous looking, and theyre
                already so tall.  
                At first, I didnt
                know which one to choose as my future boyfriend,
                coz since we dont know how long we will be
                staying in this country, I might as well have a
                beau, specially that here the beaux (French
                for handsome) are stunning, young or not so young.
                For, as we all know, guys never reach our feline
                maturity, even when they become adults - just
                look at my prissy and often di-scam-bubble-lated
                Unky Berky. As for that swashbuckler of a father
                I have, he wants zilch minus minus parental
                responsibility and prefers to gallivant with them
                half-sized naked female Amazonian head-shrinkers,
                who wear wishbones across their nose and their
                tits, while their hubbies, shameless husses
                that they are, appear with their thing-a-magigs
                swaying like tinkle bells, for all and sundry to
                watch - its called virility; I say never-you-mindy-looky-the-other-way,
                coz its not only lew-di-crass but
                sooo ugly - except that you dont hear
                anything, unless they start peeing, which they do
                in front of everybody, on account that they
                consider it as natural as eating or hunting; the
                louder and the farther they aim, the prouder they
                are. What shmucks! And washmore, they
                enjoy peeing in concert with their friends, like
                its a competition. They call it a society
                game, the way we (my uncle and I) play checkers,
                dominos, or Monopoly. 
                You can even find photos
                and documentaries about them on Youtube. I know
                what you are going to do, bunch of sex maniacs:
                swipe the images to enlarge the goddess forbidden
                parts. Whos the inverta-brat here?
                 
                Ah, so you think Im
                inventing this stuff? Before calling me an inverta-brat
                liar, go to google-amazoo and search for American-Indian
                tribes, under Ass-techs and Ink-ass.
                They were supposed to be a highly civilized bunch,
                building whole cities in stones and marble, with
                pyramids like in ancient Egypt, sofistickle
                observatories, deep-hole crystal lavatories, and
                other knick knacks of the third type. They also
                had a game in which the winner would chop off the
                head of all the losers behind him and throw them
                as far as possible over a net like they were
                handballs. How civilized is that?  
                The world is full of
                strange customs. In China and Japan, they shrink
                trees - bonzai -, in the Amazoo they shrink heads,
                whislt in England Lewis Carroll sent Alice
                tumbling down into a rabbithole where she
                suddenly became so large that she almost drowned
                in a sea of tears, coming face to face - rather
                toe (hers) to face (theirs) - with a population
                of nano midgets the size of a thumb. But Lewis
                Carroll took pity on her and resized the lassie
                to her original self.  
                
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