Monday's Fiction in 58

It’s Monday, time for a Fiction in 58.

He awakes in a fog, head splitting, mouth dry. He’s naked. With him in bed are a hooker, goat, two midgets dressed as clowns, a robotic dog and a large, empty bottle of canola oil.
A wave of nausea washes over him as his memory remains out of reach.
“There’s a punchline in here somewhere,” he finally croaks.


Noah the Great said...


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RachelRenae said...

Hysterical, ThomG!

madeline d. murray said...

Wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. This is so beautifully twisted! Love it.