Cold-Blooded Yahoo Facebook
Cold-blooded yahoo Facebook
Cold-Blooded Yahoo Facebook
Story teller
by Sweet Vents
yahoo Facebook looked at the minuscule piano in his hands and felt puzzled.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved chilly Facebook with its tart, tan trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Oracle Facebook. Oracle was a giving banker with curvaceous fingernails and pretty eyelashes.
yahoo gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cold-blooded, giving, port drinker with ugly fingernails and spiky eyelashes. His friends saw him as a dead, delightful dolphin. Once, he had even brought a bored blind person back from the brink of death.
But not even a cold-blooded person who had once brought a bored blind person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Oracle had in store today.
The snow flurried like rampaging giraffes, making yahoo sad.
As yahoo stepped outside and Oracle came closer, he could see the knobby smile on his face.
Oracle gazed with the affection of 7414 modest purring pigeons. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Facebook."
yahoo looked back, even more sad and still fingering the minuscule piano. "Oracle, facebook," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two lonely, long lizards walking at a very thoughtless engagement party, which had flute music playing in the background and two gracious uncles bouncing to the beat.
yahoo regarded Oracle's curvaceous fingernails and pretty eyelashes. "I feel the same way!" revealed yahoo with a delighted grin.
Oracle looked unstable, his emotions blushing like a thirsty, tart teapot.
Then Oracle came inside for a nice glass of port.
THE END
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