A: A Pilot, You Racist

Round and rubby and just delicious against the tongue. Precious fuzzy little nubbins purr happily in lilt with the golden acres of singing flowers in those big bopper sunglasses, not in an intimidating way, just that unthreatening cool, like your mother would be scared of him on the inhale and feeding him hot dish on the ex.
Pale strawman in color with characteristic salted macaroni temperament. American mentally, with Japanese tendencies, and Parisian sensibilities. So, stay out the vicinity unless you like cotton candy hugs and lots of ‘em! You! Look at you! Look at your adorable ears. Look at those little hints of sage and dry well. Fantastic.
Don’t you just want to curl up and forget about the world? Fresh suckling clouds will help cocoon you in an arbor mist of pink poodle. Raise a glass to our lost comrades of stress, not our brothers, but rather the enemy we harbored in our own shoulders, in our own clavicles, in our own shortened life spans.
A wine so fat it made the news. When this wine sits around the house it really sits around the house. So full bodied it uses a vcr as a pager. So dumb it takes an hour to make minute rice. So ugly it can only go out on Halloween. No respect at all, I tell ya. No respect at all.
Try it with someone you just met once and maybe couldn't pick out of a line up. Take a chance on the alt, once the bubbleberries have patterned the cold open. There are rewards here for anyone stoned enough to consider them. Don't forget to write.
Try to detect a faint tracing of apricot infused vanishing act peeking out from behind the dark eyes of grass weed. It hides between the tinsel and the tonsil and tends to trend tetherward. Terrible what happened to the ice cream man, his ice cream, his assistant, his lover, his precious precious grape. It's just before. Do you detect it? Continue to drink until you can.

Q: What did the fish say when it swam into a wall?
A: Damn