The Two Nuts And Me With A Prober On A Spree!

So back we are and this time there is no video at my sand bar, but the two light hearted fools are on display. I think some probing alien is about to have a very bad day.


 The fools stared at the moon,While I ran around like a loon.They have nothing on me,I went on a tp tearing spree.
 
They were staring away,When lunch came my way.Too bad Truedessa got in its path,I wanted to drown it in the bird bath.
 
Of course Pat could not let her get away,One fool doesn't have the same ring I say.So he called a big cat.My, that must have some huge scat.

 Then came the probe guy.He liked to fly high.Those long things go up your bum.They make all rather glum.
 
But just in case he misses,He doesn't want any hisses.So he has a pet unicorn.That horn makes probing be born.
 
But Truedessa would have none of that.That made me a happy cat.She rode the deadly alien probe.Hopefully she has underwear on under that robe.

The alien was ticked off.No one got probed and was told to cough.He brought out ray guns.The prober had tons.

Truedessa let loose a sparkly fart.She really took it to heart.Yeah, women do that,You can't fool the cat.
 
She killed the alien with her stink,Then along we did slink.We slid down a moon beam.Wait! Was this all a strange dream?
 
Find out the truth by clicking here and seeing book 26 from my little rhyming rear.
Aliens, moon beams and giant cats in the sky. Not sure I could dream that if I try. All comes from the voices in my head. Now the cat needs to go rest in bed. That alien had probes in mass. I am glad he never got near my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.