Stewart Left His Crowbar
left his crowbar- it is a machine
- fish taco
- tragic, funny, sexy, hilarious
- hair in his fast
Stewart left his crowbar tangled in Myrtle’s hair in his fast getaway from the scene. He hoped she wouldn’t follow him again, that this was the last time he’d have to kill her.
He ran into the nearest bar, desperate to warn the occupants. “In a few minutes, a crazy lady will come in here. But it is not a lady. It is a machine. A tragic, funny, sexy, hilarious machine.” Other than a few chuckles, he got no reaction from the career drinkers. Stewart slunk to a deserted, shadowy corner to think.
Sure enough, Myrtle entered moments later, still trailing the crowbar.
Oh god, Stewart moaned, open mic night.
Myrtle mounted the stage, the heavy steel rod clanking with each step. She leaned up to the microphone and sighed, “What has two eyes, a tail, no legs, and hot sauce?” Stewart gulped. The spell was cast.
In one voice the rest of the patrons said, “A fish taco.”