Jazzmin Flush (54)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (54)"
   
   Wily Rascal went to the park, beyond the URBAN of it all--kicked a spherical stone, got paw-padded; next, dug up another's bone, ingesting the protein nature, and thanking the SPIRIT that she had a willed and unbeatable digestive tract as did her Coyote ancestors--the Pomsky genes are less forgiving when it comes to eating diapers and toxic waste.
   Anyway, what she was thinking:  "It's all about Jazzmin Flush.  California Girl.  Boyfriend and father both billowing in her bright life.  Yup--it's all about Jazzmin, and I think I'm going into horny heat.  Her father is looking cute.  If I mated him, our pups would be Jazzmin's dubious sisters and brothers.  Oh crap.  Even though it is all about Jazzmin--she's just so darn nice.  The me of yesteryear would have thought "damn nice" but Thomas is telepathically linked to me.  I won't hurt his lovely Jazzmin.  You hearing this Thomas?  I like my new friends!  I won't mess this up!"  

Pac Man in Northwest Nature--Boxing Northways

   
   "Pac Man in Northwest Nature--Boxing Northways"
   
1788 and timeline beyond, seasoned Filipino sailors anchor it strong--
Ships on keel of a Spanish expedition, sailing Northwest Passageways--never wrong,
For after letting air outta ring with dancing and numerous safety jabs,
Mayweather, Jr. births research into more economical and technical boxing labs.    

Morphing Emo; plus, Canis lupus familiaris

   
   "Morphing Emo; plus, Canis lupus familiaris"  
   
In Stoker's Dracula, terriers are written as rat killers;
As a result, find no live-action in bouncing balls without vermin fillers;
Thus, owners fed up with vampiric mutt
Mutate themselves with blue-black dye and cut.  

Union Blue--underground song

   
   "Union Blue--underground song"
   
   SONG:  About having a girl who is a friend--a real friend; moreover, if you have a girl that is just that, a friend--don't accidentally glare at her beloved boobies.  If you do, she will vociferously launch an obnoxious diatribe while pointing at her well-respected buxom, like:  "Why, these are my puppies buster!  And, you are what I thought was different about every other guy."
   She needs not to be accidentally ogled by friendship; nonetheless, she needs to set you up with one of her friends, even though she might fancy you a fruitcake.  Here's the ditty: 

   Hey friendly lady, I'm a bit fruity,
   Don't ya worry; I ain't scoping your booty--
   Come on now:  "Send me your girlfriend cutie!"  
   
   Yankees are born--Southern everyday,
   Let Country Western spread every which way,
   Don't stand there, acting all proud and snooty.
   
   Hey friendly lady, I'm a bit fruity,
   Don't ya worry; I ain't scoping your booty--
   Come on now:  "Send me your girlfriend cutie!"

Jazzmin Flush (53)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (53)"
   
   Thomas morphed back humanways, changing politely, in private; however, Swiss observed his nudity, yet the house mouse did not seem a bit phased; still, Thomas was not cool and comfortable with it, snarling a fanged incisor in Swiss' direction, sending the now phobic rodent scatter-feeting to his hole.
   Next, an obnoxious knock at the bathroom door (where Thomas was of course--in Jazzmin's basement), and Thomas knew by telepathy; plus, Occam's razor mentioned it as well--it was rascally Rascal!  So, after getting on his khaki pants, moccasins, and a L.A. Dodger shirt he picked up at Mr. Thrift, he opened the door, Rascal grinning.  "Get comfortable with being in the buff fella.  You're a wolf."
   Thomas explained, "I am a young man too.  The wolf does not own me, nor I him.  It is a fabulous synergy of fellowship leading to reverence of God and protection of the weak."
   "You and Jazzmin are soooooo goody-goody; plus, just weird."  Rascal snorted.  "Anyway, you'd better get out here; Jazzmin and her Dad are getting mushy.  I think I'm gonna have to puke in the sink."   

Jazzmin Flush (52)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (52)"
   
   Donald implied, admitted more:  "Jazzmin--I'm Yankee born, yet Southern torn.  Your stepdame was a Southern Belle, more in love with chic things than a Southern General's adoration of peacockish pageantry.  And what a piece of ass."
   "Daddy!  You can't cuss in my holy basement."  Jazzmin's foot down, blowing gold out of her eyes.
   Donald puffed on a fake cigarette to pee her off.  "Darling daughter, you got dog people as your comrades and friends.  Who are you?"
   Jazzmin retorted, "I don't deliver pizzas for a living though.  Sorry."
   Donald like, "I love you girl.  You are my sweet angel of dirty-blonde gold."
   Rascal zipped her naked self up in a mechanic's jumpsuit.  Thomas kept arctic wolfways, resisting his red-hued desire to lift a passionate leg, urinating on any nearby furniture.   

Jazzmin Flush (51)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (51)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush got the juicy gist from Daddy, Mr. Donald Flush, further enlightening her on his ravaged and raped past, getting stolen away from his wife, Jazzmin's mother, because he didn't fully appreciate Conan the Barbarian, where the young thief/fighter Conan is told precisely and imperatively:  "Domination of women!"  Or how he should have pushed the ominous witch into the cleansing fire as did young Conan when that horrid harridan attempted to thieve his godly steel, a soul forged by a father's instruction.
  Then, in the bare scud, Rascal came violently bursting through the entrance door, awakening Jazzmin and Donald to the reality that when you have dogs as friends, sooner or later you'll have to clean up after they make a mangy mess.
   And Thomas entered next, fully arctic-wolfed, growling lowly at Rascal, her defensive.  "Sorry big fella--my rump-like posterior is inflamed and itchy.  Just wanted to see if your rear end had any health secrets is all."
   Donald rolled his mature eyes at Jazzmin.  "I'm gone for a little over twenty years and you still haven't trained your dog."