August 19, 2016
“Thanks to the soda tax, we were able to install our own facilities for dealing with kids who act up,” says administrator. “Why yes, it is a boiler room full of clowns. Creepy, creepy clowns.”
“But the best gifts are the ones you give yourself,” says Williams. “You know, via civil forfeiture.”
“Out of Twix, if possible.”
“Just doing my job. Survival of the fittest and all that,” says Mother Nature, putting her cigarette out on a brick wall. “So the kid pulled through. Good for her.”
“I’m outraged that someone would try to exploit such a noble race for his own gain,” says one runner. “I mean, I run in the marathon every year and… I’m pretty happy with my time this year. It was so tiring but so worth it. I just had to push through. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to hustle over to that traffic island, put a couple fingers on my neck and look at my watch for awhile.”
Then he launched into a somber, a cappella version of “Rapper’s Delight” until the room was empty.
“We were informed of the problem by gov. Chris Christie, who spent $63 winning a plush M&M doll from a machine on the Asbury Park boardwalk,” says legislator.
“Plush?” says Christie.
Meeting is to be held in the Mayor’s Office of Public Engagement’s mother’s basement. Pizza will be ordered and the delivery guy will be made to write something stupid on the box. The keynote speech, delivered by a different pizza guy, will be “Pokemon Go, Not Owning a Television and Being Disappointed in Everything All the Time.” Trigger Warning: No Man’s Sky may be discussed.
“I have not been convicted of anything and I am not resigning,” she says while taking things off her desk and putting them in a cardboard box. “This will all blow over,” she tells the cab driver on the way home.