LOGGING FLUMMOXES FLAMMULATEDS

The siren wailed. I looked in the mirror and saw the flashing lights. It was two o-clock in the morning. There was no one else. They were coming for me. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” asked the policeman. “Well,” I said. “I guess I was speeding.” “We were owling,” I continued. “I’m … Continue reading LOGGING FLUMMOXES FLAMMULATEDS