MABLE’S BLOB.

ONCE, THERE WAS 4 GIRLS. THE FIRST, SHORT-HAIRED, INNOCENT ,PLATTSVILL GIRL. THE SECOND, RIDICULOUS DRIVER, CRAPPY SINGER, COUNTRY GIRL. THE THIRD, ATHLETIC, BOY HUMOUR, GERMAN GIRL. THE FOURTH, BLOND HAIRED, DITZY MOMMA’S GIRL.

THIS ODD FOURSOME WAS BORED. THEY TOOK OFF AND WENT TO THEIR FAVOURITE RESTUARANT. BLISS POULET. YUM YUM YUM. AFTER HARRASSING THE WAITRESS, AND STEALING TOYS OUT OF THE TREASURE BOX, THEY WERE STILL HUNGRY. “WHERE TO GO?” THE MOMMA’S GIRL TITTERED.

“TO MABLE’S BLOB!” THEY ALL SAID IN UNISON, PUMPING A FIST IN THE AIR.

AND THEY DID JUST THAT.

THEY ATE AND ATE ALL OF MABLE’S BLOBS. OF ICE CREAM.

YUM YUM YUM.

“WHERE TO GO, NOW?” YOU-KNOW-WHO TITTERED. AGAIN.

“MOO!”

“SHUT UP GERMAN GIRL. YOU HAVE THE WORST IDEAS.” SAID PLATTSVILLE GIRL.

“HEY I HAVE AN IDEA!” SAID COUNTRY GILR, FLAMBOYANTLY, “TO DORY HATTHEWS FOR A P-A-R-T-A-Y!”

SO OFF THEY SCURRIED IN THEIR HOT LITTLE FORD TAURUS. LISTENING TO THEIR FAVOURITE SONGS AND SINGING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO THROW UP IN YOUR BOWL OF MELTED MABLE’S BLOBS WAFFLE CONE.

“GOSSIP GOSSIP GOSSIP GOSSIP.” WAS ALL YOU HEARD THE WHOLE WAY THERE.

FINALLY THEY ARRIVED. FIRST THEY STALKED THE HOUSE FOR ROUGHLY 20 MINUTE BEFORE WORKING UP THE COURAGE TO ENTER.

THE PARTY HAD STARTED.

“CRAP.” SAID MOMMA’S GIRL. “I FORGOT TO WRITE MY BLOG FOR MR.SHVETICH.”

SO OFF HER AND COUNTRY GIRL WENT TO DO WHAT HAD TO BE DONE.

NOTE: THIS IS A TRUE STORY.