127-word post, or “Garl’s Gift”
“Shit!” yelled Garl, as his car began to fishtail. He looked in the rearview at the pygmy rhino in his backseat giving birth to live plaid kittens. He pulled hard left to avoid a Boeing Airbus, then hard right to avoid the nuns. He veered to avoid Cthulu on a tricycle, narrowly missing a Sasquatch. … Read more