The Reester

I went to the grocery store and saw a whole family of Reesters sitting on a shelf on sale for $3.99. I almost bought them all, but after looking in my wallet I pondered hiding them in various areas of the store for another day. I envisioned I would need a supply to get me through the whole year. I began to plan how I’d disguise them as other things in my freezer to protect them.

Finally, on a hot summer night I’d slide one of these little bastards out. I’d have my way with the Reester on a cold leather couch. I’d watch Dexter with my Reester. I’d talk to my Reester and we’d discuss the meaning of life, but the discussion wouldn’t last long because my dear little Reester is the meaning.

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One Response to “The Reester”

  1. Poodle McFry Says:

    You twisted freak. Awesome.

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