Someone stole the Whirpletons Cashews last night. Now, during morning vittles, Numb Nuts the former Whirpletons flying squirrel ain’t got a clue what to do. He flings himself…
Sometimes my appetitescrolls back to the dayswhere I never worriedabout greasy pleasuresdripping in sugared condiments,and I want to be back at the Paris Dinerwith you at 2:00 a.m.,…