Monday, November 28, 2011

APOKOLYPSTIK! pt. 3

last week on APOKOLYPSTIK!…Adam and Eva were confronted by the queen of the fag hags…FELOPIA…
who bitched slapped Adam and Eva fer their utter lack of decency

and now…the excite’n conclusion of APOKOLYPSTIK!

so Adam and Eva run as fast as they could from Felopia and her evilness…completely bewildered that such a planet could exist where they were looked upon as heathens of immorality

up ahead…and completely out of breath…Eva notices…a convenience store

“let’s go in there and ask fer some help Adam” Eva says gasp'n fer her breath

“we gotta…my mocha frappe latte chi tea with cinnamon spices
that somehow miraculously appeared and i drank while on the run…is goin right thru me” Adam replied

as they enter the CUM N GO…who’s work’n behind the counter…
but none other than Match Game’s Charles Nelson Reilly

as Eva pours herself a slurpy...from behind the slurpy machine pops out none other than Match game host Gene Rayburn who says...
“2 newbies from nowhere walk into a store and ask the clerk what he could do to help them and the newbies said…BLANK!”

Charles gleefully replies…
“the newbies said…take my clothes off!”

a buzzer sounds over the intercom and a raspy voice calls out “hey Charles…can i get a price check on these menthol suppositories puhleez…NOW!”
and it's Match Game's Brett Somers smoke'n a cigarette

both Adam and Eva struggle to figure what is goin on as they run out of the store and Eva sucks down her slurpy in hand

as they make their way out the door and duck thru an alley…Eva has to stop suddenly "ouch!...brain freeze...gimme a minute"

both of them now realize they wish they had never been picked as the winners of “who wants to put a peasant in the poor house”

“HALT!…what’s got yer cha cha heels in such a rush?”
Jack Hammer and his husband Ben Dover say to Adam and Eva

“i don’t understand it…why is everyone on this planet so…you know…blatantly so ac/dc” Eva shouts

Jack…as happy as lark and ready to take a run on the beach…told Adam and Eva…
”perhaps if you see our leader PRETTY PRETTY…you’ll get the answer yer look’n for…now me and Ben gotta get runn'n before the white party tonite”

Adam looks around to assess the situation while try’n to console Eva’s nervous breakdown…

he notices a mechanic up head work’n beneath a car
and decides to try and get some answers.

as they get closer to the car…Adam smells a strong scent of patchouli permeate'n in the air as he taps the mechanics foot under the car

the mechanic rolls out from under the car and in a husky slovakian voice says...
“eh…vut kun i do fo youz?”

Eva…baffled by the thick accent…asks for the mechanics name and directions to PRETTY PRETTY’s

“eh…i um Dee Skee und PRUTTY PRUTTY livz in zee custle on zee hill ova zere”

“so…wait a minute…yer not…you know…a man” Eva replies

“nuh…i em not ego rid’n booshit’r “ Dee says defiantly

Eva…stunned and wide eyed…goes batshit crazy and screams as she sees a gaggle of twinkle ferries
hand n hand…cacklin’ at her from across the street

“guuuuurl puhleez!...wus with all the damage?...yer gonna get split ends…besides…you wanted us all on an island…but you like know there wouldn’t be enough room…so we needed a planet”

“get it guuurl friend” says the other twinkle ferry snapp’n his fingers at Eva

Eva looses complete control of her senses

as Adam gazes off in the distance...he is frozen as if he was just look’n at Medusa straight in the eyes…at a bear and his cub walk'n hand in hand to some rodeo

Eva…close’n her eyes as tight as she can…and cover'n her ears

shake’n her head back and forth…her hair whipp’n frantically in the wind

spiral’n out of control as she can no longer get a grip of the situation she’s been put into…tumblin’ down some sorta bizarre rabbit hole
time and space seemed meaningless

then…Eva wakes

“it was just a dream?”
Michelle says perplexed

after loose’n the bid for the front runner of the GOP nominations…Michelle fell into a deep coma like sleep and dreamt she was the professionally trained dancer and proud PTA president…Eva D. Strucshun…along with her husband Marcus…who was the city council man and weekend deacon…Adam Davenport…and the winners of “who wants to put a peasant in the poor house” and be the first unimportant non homosexual civilians to travel to the moon

“honey…it was just a bad dream” Marcus replies
clapp'n gayly in a non homosexual way as Michelle regains her consciousness

“but it felt so real…and you were there…although you're cholesterol intake wasn't as high"

"and you were all there” Michelle said point’n at the others at her bedside

along side Marcus was Ann Coulter…
whom Michelle thought was the big mouth floor mopper doin’ a price check on suppositories…Brett Somers from tv’s Match Game

next to her was Rick Perry…
whom Michelle thought was Match Game host Gene Rayburn

and thought John Boehner
was flamboyant counter help Charles Nelson Reilly… who was hold'n back the tears of joy that Michelle had regained consciousness

next to them was Mitt Romney
who Michelle thought was muscle mary Jack Hammer

and Rick Santorum...whom Michelle thought
was Mitt Romney's husband Ben Dover

the hospital doors open up and in walks the nurse...and it's Sarah Palin
(she decided to go back to her technical train'n courses and get a degree
since her political views and become'n BFF's with Kate Gosselin made her look a bit socially retarded in the public's eye)
"here Shell...eat up!...yer gonna need all the strength you can get" and blows Michelle a kiss

Michelle...famished...chomps down on her meal

behind her walks in gay republican from the A-list: dallas Taylor Garrett
who Michelle swore was the cacklin’ twinkle ferry

“dear lord…so get this you guys” Michelle says to the gaggle of GOP bobbleheads that have gathered around her bedside...with a puzzled look on her face “the last thing i remember was this butch mechanic who turned out to be a woman…tell’n me that their ruler of their land PRETTY PRETTY lives in the castle on the hill…i don’t get who that was suppose to represent?”

“let’s let you rest sugarplum…you’ve had a rough day” Marcus says as he escorts the others out of the room

Michelle still wonder’n what the bossy fag hag...JJ...the mechanic and the ruler had to do with her dream…leaned over to get the remote control and turn on the television.

a loud scream echo’s down the corridor

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Marcus comes flutter'n back into Michelle’s room like a humm'n bird to see what Michelle was all freaked out about

as Michelle sobs uncontrollably in bed…Marcus notices on the television

Chaz Bono was being interviewed about his transformation and DWTS elimination
whom Michelled figered was the manish look'n mechanic from her dream

by the one and only Rosie O'donnell
whom Michelle now realized was Felopia...queen of the fag hags

then in walks Cher and hugs her son
which she figered...though never got to meet...was the ruler of Uranus...
PRETTY PRETTY

as the room falls silent...Michelle gazes at the tv in a trance

Barrack Obama picture comes on the tv as winner of the 2012 elections
now realize'n that was 70's star JJ Evans from tv's "Good Times"

Rosie asks Cher what she thought about Barrack Obama winn'n the presidency fer a second term and about the comments people make about Chaz...and Cher replies...
“those GOP bitches didn't stand a chance against him...and as far as Chaz goes...he can do what he wants...he's my son…now can ya pleez get off my dress!”

the end

Monday, November 21, 2011

APOKOLYPSTIK! pt. 2

last week on APOKOLYPSTIK!…

Adam and Eva were off on a non gravitational fornicational weekend to the moon as WW 2 ½ started…and they were thrown waaay of course…

and crash landed on URANUS

but not before we find out that Adam is a right-winged bible thump’n hypocrite with a fetish fer delicate things and Eva…she’s just a whore!
and now let’s join our non homosexual sci-fi adventure already in progress…shall we

after Adam removes his hush puppy from Eva’s dress…

Eva removes her knock-off minola’s…
give’n her low back a full range of motion…as recommended by cosmopolitan magazine…

feel’n confident…Eva eagerly steps outta the rocket ship and onto the perfectly groomed greenest grass she’d ever seen

looking up into the unisvere…Eva is mezmorized in a trance by the beauty before her eyes

“hey Adam…you gotta get out her and see this…bring me my purse and gimme my blouse back…freak!”

Adam....completely embarrassed by what he’d done…takes off Eva's blouse
ands hands it back to her...along with her purse

as Eva snaps the purse outta Adam’s hand…and throws on her blouse...she rummages around inside look’n fer relief

“what’s yer damage heather?” Adam says scowl’n

Eva replies…“ummm…first off…who’s HEATHER?...my names Eva…remember that’s what the writer called me in the beginn’n of this bargain basement story…that's goin’ no where quick"

"and second off…flo’s come’n to town"
"so get of my case already...i need somethin' to plug it up”

Eva finally comes across her canoe cork (sorry not product endorse’n in my story…i can’t afford the license’n fees) Eva ducks behind a barrel to empty out her canoe

finally relieved…Eva toss’s her canoe corker to the ground next to a barrel that slowly starts to move away from her...statled...Eva realizes it is not a barrel at all

turn'n around...a loud voice says “guuurl puhleez...i know you did not just toss that mess in PRETTY PRETTY’s perfectly perfected foliage!"
"she may not be into anal…but she’s anal about her look and her land?”

“who the hell are you?" Eva replied…puff’n on a cigarette
(i...as the writer…just put in her mouth...and unbuttoned her blouse...
gotta throw in somethin' to the male non homosexuals...to broaden my demographics ya know)

“why…everyone knows…i’m Felopia…queen fag hag…blesser of bunions…healer of hermaphrodites and a right on sista!"

Felopia scans both Adam and Eva with her gaydar gun…just like the one this beehived blonde is model’n…
but picks up no read’n of non heterosexualistic...tulip sniff'n tendencies from Eva at all...Adam...on the other hand was fight'n it as much as he could

instead…the scanner goes off the radar dial…which has never happened on her home planet before...so Felopia questions Adam and Eva of their whereabouts

“so...where abouts are you from?” Felopia says cock’n her head sideways

Adam mutters “ummm…what’dya mean where abouts are we from?...Cheboygan Iowa why?”

Eva...clearly bored...says "you know...you could qualify fer handicap park'n back home?"

“hey…i don’t need any lip from you missy…i could snap you like a twig with my stare!” Felopia replies

Felopia…completed bored of Eva… shouts “listen here…you need to check yer attitude at the gate…yer on my turf now bitch!”

“and where is it exactly that we are…and who’s this PRETTY PRETTY?” Adam trembles in a whimpery voice

suddenly...out of no where...walks past 70's tv star from "Good Times" JJ
"D-Y-N-O-M-I-T-E!...i did it!...i did it again!" and keeps on walk'n past them with his jive walk...into the distance

all 3 bewildered fer a minute...but then Felopia...with one hand on hip…and the slight limp of her other wrist…replies...

“guurl pleez…aren’t you aware…why…yer on the planet URANUS…

the land of neon nazi non heterosexuals of all kinds from

the lipstick lesbians…

the diesel dykes…

the muscle mary’s…

the twinkle ferries…

the big bears and their cubs...

and everyone in between”

“PRETTY PRETTY is the ruler of this great land...
where you are free to be who you want to be”

“so…there’s no soccer moms or playboy bunnies or political interns
to worship my extremely large biceps here” Adam replies

“or rednecks…religious fruitcakes or republican pie-holes either i’m afraid...but who you try'n to kid?” Felopia responds

Eva and Adam…stare’n into each others eyes in fright…try and make a run for it and are stopped in their tracks by Felopia

“hey…get off my dress bitches!”

to be continued…