One morning I opened the curtains to come face to face with job zombie politicians, holding flyers that said "JOBS". I closed the curtains again and woke my girlfriend. She reached for the nearest weapon.
The job zombies groaned and knocked on our doors and windows. All of a sudden, a figure in pink nightgown and bunny slippers kicked the door open, holding a big stick. My girlfriend knocked the heads of the job zombies clean off.
She caused a massacre of job zombies right then and there, yelling at them for making a mess of our garden and our lives.
The election wouldn't be for another while, so this was only the beginning.
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