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They Don’t Call it a Pfralashemgrat for Nothing!
1 min readApr 26, 2019
The moment I heard it was at the park I sped to the scene.
Sure enough, there it was in the parking lot, tentacles clanging cymbals, mirror-ball head spinning, disco beats blaring from its stereo mouth.
A woman pulled me close. We danced with reckless abandon. I finally understood real joy. I finally understand what true love means.
The woman smiled at me ecstatically and shouted over the cheers of the crowd, “They don’t call it Pfralashemgrat for nothing!”
“No, they most certainly do not,” I said, laughed, and pirouetted with her into humanity’s new and beautiful future.
Copyright 2018 Jeff Suwak
