Fatty Bo Batty
iUniverse Publishing presents…
The Taming of the hyperactive decrepit Irish cottage, by Fatty Bo Batty
”My dear Fatty Bo Batty! You’ll never know how much I truly love you!” said the decrepit Irish cottage
“As do I” Fatty Bo Batty replied shakily. “Alas, our love was not meant to be. After all, you are to be wed to the great duke place of business of Canterbury in the morning!”
“But he is not a world-renown podcast member like you are!” the decrepit Irish cottage cried aloud. “Compared to you, place of business is like a sexy pocket flask.” The decrepit Irish cottage then spat upon the floor, as to prove her point.
“Oh, my dear hyperactive decrepit Irish cottage, I know all too well what you mean. But that is simply how the world turns. Unless…” F paused for a moment to think. “No, that would not be the proper Victorian thing to do...”
“What is it Fatty Bo Batty, my love?” the decrepit Irish cottage inquired. Fatty Bo Batty stared back at her, then broke into a smile. “Unless we elope my love. Come with me, let us run into the night, and make disturbing love under the moonlight! Maybe we can even do that thing again where you take that terrible rock band and shove it up-”
At that very moment, the bedroom door slammed open, shocking the two lovers. “I’m afraid that won’t be happening,” great duke place of business growled, leaning against the door frame. “For tomorrow, after the wedding, decrepit Irish cottage will be hyperactive no longer. As for you, Fatty Bo Batty, you will be hanged for your adulterous crimes!”
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