spam, alakazam, on the lam, phlegm, problem, Bethlehem, grim, pilgrim, fit and trim, prom, wisdom, magic kingdom, addendum, crumbum, spiced rum.
Fong Lu McCaskey had been a member of SPAM, (Special Political Agents of Morality), for the last three years. He had been following a malcontent for several days now, but when his target entered a Walmart....everything went south! All of a sudden, his assignment was scram, alakazam and on the lam! McCaskey knew that by losing this particular malcontent, his future with the agency would be no more stable than the regurgitated phlegm of a Moroccan camel. He now had a serious problem.
Willy Kaczynski had ducked down between the rolls of the plus size Spandex shorts and then quickly changed into a nice pair of sunflower yellow shorts with a mauve halter top. He then snatched up a straw hat with butterflies hanging off the brim. Then, as calm as you please, he waddled out of Walmart, making sure to show as much butt-crack as possible. He blended in perfectly. Once he was out the door, he knew the bewildered SPAM agent would be as confused as a jihadis sneaking around Bethlehem among the other grim Arabs and euphoric pilgrims. He had been followed by several of the liberal morality agents, but to no avail. Kaczynski could not let anyone know where he was going or what his mission was. As a follower of HAM, (Horny and Angry Malcontents), he had trained hard and was as fit and trim as any, not to mention randy, but, still as inexperienced as a prom virgin lacking both experience and wisdom. His alluring outfit had been an addendum to his instructions, but it was not for him to question and he was no crumbum when it came to following orders to the letter. He knew that if he were successful, that 72 free rides awaited him in the Magic Kingdom along with a massage from both Snow White and Mary Poppins.
Finally, Kaczynski arrived at his clandestine destination. There he stood at the doorway of a secluded establishment, located on a dark and obscure street. Then, cautiously, he walked in. The gay biker bar was full of hairy men, leather and disco music. Kaczynski walked up to the bar and ordered a spiced rum with two crushed cherries. Then, with chilled beverage in hand, he turned to the musk laden crowd and said in a high voice; “So....who wants to karaoke?”