[Inspired by Kristen Robinson]
Bibsy Bobbet thought that she was the female version of the Unknown Comic, accosting and hijacking local youth theater stages, cackling like a livid lunatic, making bad jokes and spurting profane, meaningless phrases until the authorities arrived.
“FUCKING FRACK IN THE BASTARD ASS UNTIL
THE MEATHOOK FUCKER CAN BANG
THE BASTARD ASS NO LONGER.”
Bibsy Bobbet came from a three legged family that fetishized about ape capes and encasement as a whole.
“God damn newspaper says it is going to piss down again today.”
[Miss Bibsy Bobbet was not pleased]
She ran down slick streets doing pelvis thrusts within the vain of Olivia Newton John with an undertone of Jane Fonda’s sternness, dancing and romancing within a triple shiny leotard that demanded attention.
“You know we have laws here, Miss Bobbet,” expressed a tall, Tom Selleck mustache wielding “MF”er.
“I know fine ‘orficer,’ but I need to make jukebox money somehow.” Bibsy Bobbet’s tone of voice was not appealing to ‘orficer’ at all, as the Tom Selleck deplorable wannabe threw the steel on
The Double “B-BERS”.
“How dare you, fine sir, put that fine steel on
within this seductive way.”
“Hush now, Miss B-bber. You know you FUCKING ENJOY IT!”
Within the raspy fields, high on Boone’s farm, smoking a fag and attempting a horribly gone wrong magic trick, Miss Bibsy Bobbet put on her quintuple shiny space suit and stepped onto the awaiting space vessel; the fucking space people loved her, worshipped her.
“Life is just a matter of finding your niche, your place,”
Bibsy Bobbet included.
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