Grazing on his chicken gizzards, the gruff gibbon started to gag. Often given to guffaw watching my dear brother gulping his gastric galaxy, I managed to stifle till only a giggle remained.
Gastronomic gourmands have nothing on my brother. Gathering garlic and herbs to wrap in gauze for his ghoulish broths, he is now the gourmet of the “Goons and Goblins Gourmet” television show. The network realized there are many viewers looking for the bizarre that only my my brother achieves, so the gnathonic producers signed him for a month’s contract in October episodes.
I suppose some day, future generations will look upon graphic glyphs on old cement parking structures, showing my brother at his cauldron.