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SALLY SILVERMAN SURVIVES

An Account of the Adventures of

Sally Silverman in Bangor

By Izzy Ess of Messiness

In Bangor, Igor did ignite a series of explosions which resulted in a phantasmagoria of a fireworks display which could be seen from here to Timbuktu and Xanadu.  Igor himself was vaporized and was a pile of pretty ashes that Ms. Sally Silverman collected for a sculpture she had dreamt about for ages.  An Olympic muscle man was thus created and so liberally sprinkled with the ashes from the vapours of the spirit of our Igor.  It’s suffice to say, in Hudson’s Bay and Chesapeake, the Willie Shakespeare of the Hinterlands composed an ode of disproportionate size and he eulogized the King of Cush.  Ms. Sally was enthralled and offered Willie her cute derriere to have his flare extinguished deep inside of her.  She was indeed enthralled as Willie was a Juggernaut of energy and creativity.  Our Sally dallied for a while and then she disengaged from Willie and she sought out Isobel to soothe her flaming private parts.  Ms. Isobel was quite adept at cooling off her heels and wheeled her artificial Trojan Horse, Bidet, inside the city gates of Istanbul and London, in Great Britain, where Herr Handel was composing and proposing marriage to the Queen of England, Lizzy Number One.  Queen Lizzy turned poor Handel down and then went off to seek the Earl of Wessex for some sex and dalliance.  Soon she overwhelmingly defeated Wessex and his sextet of cute courtiers, who were engaged to her six ladies, all in waiting.  Igor’s ashes were used for Sally’s next extravaganza, a bonanza of an orchestration of an orgy in the Royal Bedroom of the Queen of Latvia.  However, King Seville of Hermann Melville’s greatest novel was quite non-plussed by these events and bored right out of Sally’s gourd which she provided for the grand amusement of her dancing ducks.  Our Sally was inspired to make another statuette of Venus on a lily pond, so unabashedly just fondling a young African and Bullfrog, who were delighted at the possibility of re-converting to Catholicism, which is what they did.  Ms. Sally did hang up her statuette behind the kitchen stove to keep it warmed against the chilly storms that plagued the Cypriotes in Ancient Troy.  The ex-Patriots defeated the Recalcitrants of Buffalo, again.  Ms. Sally showed her derriere to old Prince Philip who responded with a loving, lively fondling of our Sally’s private outer and her private inner parts.  Our Sally was again inspired.  She studied the anatomy of Sir Cedric Cedar Cellar.  He was miniscule compared to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s dog, the lovely Springer Spaniel that was always after Sally’s leg for humping.  Sally disallowed the humping by the dog.  She did prefer a statuette of a pious, handsome, hooded monk with lots of K-Y Jelly on it, eh?  Let’s face it faithful readers, this is

THE END

© Izzy Sommers, MD

Welland, Canada

October 22, 2013