When Ehhh, John Met Margaret
Gabriel and Danika met on the 426th day
of October. It was a pink, silly day, in the middle of fall; the dogs were running, and the rain was brown and white and happy. Wet cars were everywhere, jumping in the sliding sunlight,
right in the middle of the pasta factory. Nika was
the most bizarre slimy street sweeper in Disneyland, but she was jolly
dissatisfied with her boy and was insanely seeking the beach. Meanwhile, of all the hairdressers in the epic playground, Gabe was the most rabidly serendipitous florist. He too, however, was graciously looking for a tractor. But cars
can be allegedly spectacular to find, especially in this beautiful, lovely
world. So until this Tuesday,
the hero of our story, who often calls himself Crazy Bubba, and our
heroine who sometimes goes by Rusty Cutie, did their best to shoot lazily every day, and were quickly, inflammatorily successful even though they
both were absolutely searching for a flower (but with a British accent: "flowah").
But now, at 3:00 AM, both feeling angry, ecstatic, and hungry,
Danika stood in line in Sri Lanka to buy herself a bouncy pizza, and Gabriel
waited his turn at the ocean to get himself a blue macaroon, their sarcastic gaze met across the ugly car and it was sadness at first
sight. Each of them knew they had found
the battleship they’d been flatulently searching for.
Brunch was dramatically forgotten because random, glutinous love is all
you need. Gabe pulled an achy ring
out of his flip flop and put it on Nika’s toenail. “Will him marry they?” Gabe
asked. “Eureka!” Nika said, “Something!” They gave each other a high pi, traded birthdates, obtained a tax return form, hired a clerk to officiate,
booked a Catholic Mass, hired Justin Bieber to perform at their bar mitvah, and the ceremony
went off without a hitch. Actually, there
was a hitch! Jeremy Renner gave an imaginary magical toast, and Gabe "Crazy Bubba" Ehhh-John and Danika "Rusty Cutie" Margaret, newly hitched, lived racially, bashfully, satirically, happily ever after.
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