Some of you know that I write for a hobby. Occasionally, I’ll write a paragraph of nonsense just for fun. Thought I’d post it here for my own reference but feel free to read and comment. I’ve had previous posts of this nature before. For example this and this and this, among others.


The yellow rays of the afternoon sun struck the sweaty fat boy in blue shorts and yellow t-shirt walking with his fat mother in a garishly red muumuu.

“Mommy, can I eat something”?

“What would you like”, mommy answered with an audible burp.

“Ice cream”, the fat boy answered without hesitation over his iShuffle which was playing a track by Norman Cook.

As if on a fat genie’s cue, they heard the melodious tinkling of the ice-cream man’s bell.

A few moments later they continue walking along the resevoir with the triple scoop ice-cream in the fat boy’s hand. The mother is now loudly panting and there are stains of dark red sweat patches on her muumuu. If one could personify a hot red rubber bottle, the type for sick children, it would be her.

At this point, it is not clear whether the distance of her audible panting or the distance of the wafting of her body odor stretches further out from her substantial epicenter.

“I smell Mommy coming”, said Rachel.