Vic-k and a three word story

with aforesaid KiWCS

.
Bemoaning his lack

of a genteel

upbringing, he cursed

in guttural staccato

, as opposed to

, Hillbilly patois/vernacular

, the existential dilemma

[color=green]Why do I have a bad feeling about where this section is going?

interspersed with tumultuous

flatulence. Vik-c considered

all his options

, choosing fur-n-gingham

while navel gazing

toward Flagelletta’s bellybutton

.
Disintegrating picket-line cohesion

dissolved into unison

-ical caterwauling from

discombobulated KiWCS knitters

and fitters. Opposing

every new initiative