Story yet another wordgame.

before i'm dead

 

remembering what papa said

 

. "Three little words

 

saying things like

 

blah blah blah

 

while sticking fingers

 

and scratching his

 

very hairy left

 

nostril. This caused

 

blood to flow

 

into the

 

brain and to

 

her cleavage while

 

she chose AMD

 

and fell asleep

 

Something like that.

 

And the story

 

shed a tear

 

when it took

 

a little gun