Dead Smiles

The laughter was so contagious that the other passengers began spilling their guts all over the rat stained floor of the subway car. A tourist crawled out of the coal mine and screamed we better eat him before we all turn into dinner for roaches. Careful not to stain your tuxedo, Mr. Rockesmeller, you’ll never get into the theater with dead smiles on your sleeve. It took the cleaning crews two weeks to recover all his body parts scattered throughout the tunnel.