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Once upon a time there were two people living together in an apartment that needed cleaning desperately. They were anticipating a move and also needed to work on more packing. And thus they did both and saw that it was good. On the seventh day of last week, one did bring forth the laundry detergent, the fabric softener, the waters of various temperatures, and the soiled laundry of various colors and gentleness. She did combine them in the Great Box of Cleanliness. After a great ordeal of whirring and vibrating and swishing and whooshing, the laundry was clean but was heavy with the weight of the waters and not at all suitable for wear. She placed the wet clothes in the Formidable Box of Drying, leaving aside only the most delicate of items to be lightened of their watery burden by the soft air of the apartment, and added sheets that reduce static cling and make the linens smell of mountain springs. Later in the day she gathered the mountain fresh, soft, static-free, dried clothing, folded it neatly, placed it in the drawers or in the closet and the two were provided clean laundry in great surplus. Later the two did seek food and found it, stocking it in the cabinets and ice box of their dwelling. Later still on the seventh day, the two rested while watching The IT Crowd. Yet again later, one did work for she had work to do.
On the eighth day, no rock and roll was created, though covered heartily unplugged. The godless scientist heathen was delivered to her rightful punishment of tending to crabs shaped like horseshoes whilst the devout one suffered the scorching heat in far-too-thick makeup to have her spirit tested and found full. As was her bladder by the end of the service, but you probably didn't want to know that. Having been tested, she made her way back to the godless scientist heathen and the two returned to their dwelling and sought a change of clothes and washing off of the makeup. They tasted of the fruit that was yellow in color and flavored of mango and they knew that it was good. Their hungers satiated and their hearts renewed, they trekked down the Great Hill and traveled many miles more than outrageous gas prices dictate is reasonable to take the long way to the wrong location of the birthday party for the young one. They found their way to the celebration of another year of life and ate of the fresh vegetables, potato crisps, flavored dips, deviled eggs (how dare they!), cake and ice cream and gained several pounds, only to be lost simultaneously by playing with young children. Later on the eight day, still no rock and roll had been created, but one did more work because there is no day of rest for her no matter how devout she may be. The two trekked back up the Great Hill and rested while watching Black Books.
Both did work today on the ninth day... or really it should be considered the second day... well, unless you go by a work week that starts on Monday and ends on Sunday as the devout one's employer does... and they saw that it was necessary to pay the bills.
On the eighth day, no rock and roll was created, though covered heartily unplugged. The godless scientist heathen was delivered to her rightful punishment of tending to crabs shaped like horseshoes whilst the devout one suffered the scorching heat in far-too-thick makeup to have her spirit tested and found full. As was her bladder by the end of the service, but you probably didn't want to know that. Having been tested, she made her way back to the godless scientist heathen and the two returned to their dwelling and sought a change of clothes and washing off of the makeup. They tasted of the fruit that was yellow in color and flavored of mango and they knew that it was good. Their hungers satiated and their hearts renewed, they trekked down the Great Hill and traveled many miles more than outrageous gas prices dictate is reasonable to take the long way to the wrong location of the birthday party for the young one. They found their way to the celebration of another year of life and ate of the fresh vegetables, potato crisps, flavored dips, deviled eggs (how dare they!), cake and ice cream and gained several pounds, only to be lost simultaneously by playing with young children. Later on the eight day, still no rock and roll had been created, but one did more work because there is no day of rest for her no matter how devout she may be. The two trekked back up the Great Hill and rested while watching Black Books.
Both did work today on the ninth day... or really it should be considered the second day... well, unless you go by a work week that starts on Monday and ends on Sunday as the devout one's employer does... and they saw that it was necessary to pay the bills.
