so much drama in the IBC Cream Soda

Tanya explains that the tiny things, the enlightened lady lovelies, graciously reside in the latter colon of the prairie gentlemen. Especially, she continues, when the venomous suds of filth soda bubble rudely in the noontime. Pissy, she bothers me for a silkier spoon, preferably laden with pewter and moist cake. It is her pleasantries, not her pleasantness, that allow me to power justice and whimsy, retching the luscious ladle from the latina maidservant, all penguiny and reddening shyly upon my grope. Thus, there we were, readying our minds for the solace of history, the minty guzzle of epochs curdling downward into the shapes of our mindrealms. God bless it, we were learning from one another. We were dating.