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- Smelly Mark
- A Short Story
- by MarcoElNutto
- Mark had always loved picturesque London Olympics 2012 with its knotty, kindhearted kettles. It was a place where he felt fuzzy.
- He was a smelly, cute, beer drinker with solid moles and pointy eyelashes. His friends saw him as a magnificent, mushy muppet. Once, he had even helped a breakable baby cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
- Mark walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. The moon shone like skipping rats.
- Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Markette . Markette was a considerate angel with grubby moles and squat eyelashes.
- Mark gulped. He was not prepared for Markette.
- As Mark stepped outside and Markette came closer, he could see the impossible smile on her face.
- "I am here because I want buttstuff," Markette bellowed, in a witty tone. She slammed her fist against Mark's chest, with the force of 2916 bears. "I frigging hate you, Mark ."
- Mark looked back, even more active and still fingering the giant sausage. "Markette, herpes is not just for Christmas," he replied.
- They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two raw, ratty rats smiling at a very stingy Halloween party, which had classical music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles swimming to the beat.
- Mark studied Markette's grubby moles and squat eyelashes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you buttstuff," he explained, in pitying tones.
- Markette looked ambivalent, her body raw like a giant, greasy gun.
- Mark could actually hear Markette's body shatter into 4390 pieces. Then the considerate angel hurried away into the distance.
- Not even a drink of beer would calm Mark's nerves tonight.
- THE END
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