“Radio Clit.”
“No! RADIO CLIP.”
I thought it was “Radio Clit.”
A crowd of people start laughing.
The shop manager looks to be confused and aggravated by it.
Turned out it was the Insta-Sign guy his ringtone, he picks up the phone.
He has never made such a bad typo before.
The Insta-Sign guy walked back and forth while he spoke to his boss on the phone.
“No, it was radio clip. Yea I know why would anyone name it Radio Clit.” He said to his boss.
“Whats a radio clip anyway?” He asked the angry store owner.
“You sure it wont come off no matter what?” He questioned.
“We could turn the L into a P.” He told his boss.
He hung up his phone and walked up to the now even more angry store owner.
“Ok, so you have two options here. Either rename your store to Radio Clit.
Or we change the L a bit to make it look more like an P.”
The store owner also gave him two options.
He chose the less harmful one and got in his Ford Pinto and drove off.

“Cream Creme Greece.” It spoke of.
They nodded politely and the ground began to shake.

“Herd Heard Hurd.” It told them.
The chocolate paintings fell from their mint nails.

“Aye Eye I.” It said.
The floor below them got split apart by giant cracks.

“Sight Cite Site.” It seemed asked.
They could hear the cracking of the cotton candy trees,
falling down in the garden.

“Four Fore Fore.” It sang quite nicely.
The windows made out of sugar shattered onto the floor.

“Weather Wether Whether.” It cried.
The walls crumbled like a piece of stale bread.

“Merry Mary Marry.” It sounded quite angry sounding.
Their legs started shacked and shivered.

“Right Wright Write!” It yelled.
The roof came down upon them.

“Their They’re There!!” It screamed.
The roof tiles made out of fudge crushed their tiny childish bones,
but they were still breathing somehow.

“Sure Shore Sour.” It said with a kind voice.
Leslie and Leslie still had no idea what the Marshmallow Rainbow Swing King was talking about.

“Sit.”
There was a death silence.
“Sit.”
The bell attached to the door rings as it opens and closes.
“Sit stupid dog.”
The clerk of the porcelain gift shop turns towards his new customer and would have on a normal day greeted the person.
But the person standing in front of him was Joe the local jazz dance instructor, wearing a chicken suit.
The clerk did not like chickens so started grabbing random animal porcelain figures and throwing them at Joe.
It became pretty gruesome when the chicken (Joe) started to throw back a big porcelain dog.
“NO! Skipper..!” The clerk cried.
Bits of porcelain dog were scattered over the shop floor.

There had been a leak at the Laugh In A Can factory next to the small town of Hollydown.
The bakery tried to bake bread made from sand.
The butcher cut of his own limbs and somehow managed to weigh and wrap them in time.
Police officers started to change places with the criminals in their jail cells.
The postman started to retrieve mail instead of delivering it.
The mayor’s behaviour didn’t change a bit.

Today was the most exciting day in Hollydown’s history.

Her cheeks are all blown out because of the air pressure build up inside.
No, she’s not about to dive into a pool, but she’s about to blow out her candles.
“Make a wish.” They said.
So she thinks about what she’ll wish for.
A pony?
Malibu Barbie playhouse?
That makeup set she saw at the shop a while ago?
No, she didn’t want all those things enough to wish for them.
She releases the air from her cheeks and it goes towards the candles.
Bits of saliva fly towards it, but the air is enough blow them out.
As she had blown all the air out of her lungs until they were as good as empty.
Her brain is lacking oxygen and it’s making her a bit dizzy.
She pushes out her false teeth using her tongue.
Drops her face into the cake and starts to dig into the sweetness.

Tony is walking his wife’s dog, a small Shiz tzu.
It always takes a piss against the same lamppost on the corner of the street.
The same spot where some youngsters always hang out, with their ghetto blasters.
As his Shiz tzu is pissing against the lamppost one of the youngsters talks to him.
“That’s one gay dog.”
The old man ignores him as he light a smoke, the dog still not done peeing.
The youngster tries again, “You must be gay having such a tiny dog.”
Finally the dog is done peeing and the old man tosses away his cig.
“First you call the dog gay, then youre calling me gay?
As far as I can tell your in denial.”
The other youngsters laugh their asses off, well not literally.
“Fuck you!” The once so cool acting youngster yelled at the old man.
“Fuck me?, see.. clearly a bit on the gay side yourself.”
There might have been some asses falling off after that comeback.
“I used to be in the bizz once.” The old man tells them.
“The bizz?” One brave youngster asks him.
“Yeah, the porn bizz.” He replies.
He fixes his crotch, this tracksuit always messes up with his crotch area.
“Well it was in the beginning days of porn and I worked on a porn movie myself.”
The youngsters look at him as if they were watching a turd turning into gold.
It made the Shiz tzu shit.
“Well, I worked on the set.” He tells them, with that he is about to lose the youngsters attention.
“I worked as a towel boy, and believe me it wasn’t an easy job.”
The rest of what he had to say got muffled by him lighting up another cigarette.
“C.m was flying everywhere.. It was crazy.”
The old man turns back to where he came from, followed by his Shiz tzu.

Good things are worth waiting for some say.
Jane was one of those people that lived by that line.
But she was still waiting for her chance of having a better life.
Now 84 and a widow living in a retirement home.
Worry not, she never liked her husband but she does love her kids even though they rarely visit her.
For a strange reason she never stopped believing she would get her big break in life.
When she tells her children they tell her the only big break for her will be dieing and going to heaven.
Not listening to a single word they say she keeps her hopes high.
Life is boring in the retirement home as she describes it at best it’s like ……..
She likes going outside but because shes become old and her legs and back did too
it was hard to walk so she has to stay in a wheelchair.
When she wants to go outside she needs a nurse to assist her, but most of the times they are too busy.

It was a beautiful autumn day even for her considering she had seen about 7560± autumns days before.
But none of the nurses could take her out, so out of nowhere she felts so angry she started screaming that she wanted to go outside and that the place was like a prison.
The nurses told her to be quiet, and another voice behind her told her not too.
It wasn’t a voice in her head but of another senior, a man.
He asks her if he could take her for the walk as it could make them both feel much better.
She accepts and he pushes her wheelchair outside into the garden and walks around.
They take a break from walking and rest near a bench.
He asks her what her name is and she answer its Jane.
‘Jane huh, than I’ll be your Tarzan.’ he laughs.
You as the reader probably figure this was a very bad joke, well imagine hearing it for over 80 years straight..
He apologizes for the weak joke and introduces himself as Joe, which makes them both laugh without using any jokes.
They talk each day for hours and both share the common bad life, Joe too was still waiting for his big break.
Until he met Jane, “Better late than never” he said, and she agreed.

The wheels of the shopping carts on the tiled floor make a rhythmic sound.
Their scanning of products, the bleeping that it makes mixes with it.
They all move in an almost robotic way, picking up a product, swinging it in front of the scanning device and releasing it on the other side.
Staring in front of them, if you’d look inside you might not find anything.
They are in a state of trance, like tribal people dancing on the beat of drums and coming closer to God.
The only thing ruining this orchestra of rhythm is the ambient sound created by all the complaining shoppers waiting in lines.
At least they have each other.