At this sombre point between the brink of forever lost innocence and escape to freedom in the rainy dark and murky streets of Leeds the choice was quite an obvious one. Nonetheless, to enlighten his intrigue of the secret, guarded goings on in 6+ female households the committed unsteady step was taken.
Let me stop here for a moment to reflect, my dear eager readers, on the previous pursuing’s and cooing’s of our dear character moose. By all means a charming and pleasant woman to behold, the moose was deeply affected by the non-reversible affliction of RTS otherwise known as repeated text sending.
Let me stop here for a moment to reflect, my dear eager readers, on the previous pursuing’s and cooing’s of our dear character moose. By all means a charming and pleasant woman to behold, the moose was deeply affected by the non-reversible affliction of RTS otherwise known as repeated text sending.
She would not, could not release her finger off that dreaded x key. By night sleep, by day text. On some nights Avrom would be unexpectedly roused by the mindless tremor of his communication device followed by the squinted perception of innumerable x's on his screen - the mark of the moose.
On other occasions, whilst in the midst of a deep reverie of tantalising musical expression he would be jolted into reality by the roving creatures unpeaceful messages. There were times also, when the adhesive leech would ring and he would try to squeeze out a few drops of ego boostage which could be compared to squeezing the last droplets of Heinz ketchup from a large glass bottle.
Upon releasing the answer button she would launch into a lengthy tirade of her leeching problems with her camel friend "oh, but this hump is slippery, oh but that hump is unsteady": to put it mildly she attempted to learn from him what a Camel somewhere in Arabia had upon its mind.
But, dear eager readers, I digress with this tale of the moon and Mooses' tale must go on...
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