Carla Fondly Recalled
first missionary journey- a zen-like joy
- condemned to the eternal fires of hell
- a victory ode
- when men met and sat
- One has to eat!
Carla fondly recalled her first missionary journey, and even more fondly her first doggy journey. Thinking about those moments brought her a zen-like joy.
“As in, like, joy?”
“Yes, Darla, close enough.” Carla knew she shouldn’t try to explain such things to her little sister, as the poor girl invariably came away moist and bewildered. If she kept it up, Carla feared she’d be condemned to the eternal fires of hell.
Anyway, it was time to take a break from composing a victory ode to when men met and sat outside her bedroom door like patients in a porno waiting room. To dinner! One has to eat!
bonus points for using them in order!