Jazzmin Flush (99)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (99)"
    
   Miss Jazzmin Flush awoke from a sweet dream of indigo-hued Smurfs tickling her fantastic fancy, making her awesomely alive and with a lion's yawn oozing dream slobber down her voluptuous yet pouty lips.  She brilliantly blew her gold mane out of her glimmering eyes, licked her teeth smooth, finding a bit of rabbit thigh and loosening it from her sharp incisor; next, swallowing the tasty meat, giggling girlishly and almost tripping over Thomas' arctic wolf self that was snoozing on the fuchsia-colored carpeting.  "Crap!"
   And Thomas growled himself to consciousness, sensing the immediate danger, leaping to all fours, and paw padding his furry way to the door; then, he turned to Jazzmin and let out a number of high-pitched barks till the stupefied California Girl blurted:  "Thomas, I don't speak dog."
   Thomas revealed White Fang, backed up, and the door mysteriously opened, it showcasing Jerry Dingle in cosmetic drag, standing in hot pink heels with a Carolina-blue suit painted over his stiff corporeal essence; moreover, his gigantic junk proudly contained within the mathematics of the artificial clothing, and upon viewing Thomas' spirited, glowing eyes the creepy dude voiced:  "Don't eat my pride off."
   Jazzmin, not telepathic yet used to uncool guys craving her unearthly body yelled:  "Reverse it lady buster; my dog can snag that wacky weiner off in a sec!"
   Yup, stuff like this is already happening in the future book of our lives . . .