An avowed anarchist, Albert abhorred all answers. Anna, amorous after Albert, agreed assiduously as Albert avidly argued against all answers. As an antidote against anomie, Albert and Anna also ate amply, allowing apricots, apples and artichokes as appetizers, and afterwards antipasto and animal appendages.

Around August Albert's abdomen accumulated adipose and Anna's amatory aspirations added an afterthought. Asked Anna, "Albert, are all answers abhorrent?"

Albert, angry and annoyed, arms akimbo, asserted absolutely, "Always!" Anna, assuming Albert an adept at analysis, acquiesed.

"Antipasto appeases," added Albert as an artful armistice, and Anna ate avidly amid Albert's affectionate asides.

After August, although Anna ached, Anna ate and ate, accomodating Albert - and also arranging Albert's antipasto artfully, as assigned.

As autumn arrived Anna avoided Albert and Albert, acidly appraising Anna's asociability, announced Anna an apostate, abusing Anna awfully. Anna abandoned all amatory aspirations after Albert. Albert ate awesomely, as always.

After Albert's accusation, Albert's accident amused Anna. Albert accidently ate an aviary and Albert's alogical appetite actually ached. Afterward, Anna assumed Albert an ass and an ape.

Anna asked archly, "Albert, are answers always assinine?" And as Albert ate another animal appendage, abdomen aching, Albert again asserted, "Always!" (an avowal Albert applied as an aphorism).

Afterwards Anna abandoned Albert altogether, abstaining all association, and avowing all arbitrary affectations to be assinine.

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), September 01, 2001

Answers

Anonymous author?

-- Miserable SOB (misery@misery.com), September 01, 2001.

Afterwards, Anna accomodated Albert anally, although Anna's asshole ached acutely.

-- adolescent (scrape100@hotmail.com), September 01, 2001.

Oh, my aching aliteration.

-- Lars (lars@indy.net), September 01, 2001.

To be or not to be - that is the question.

-- Debra (Thisis@it.com), September 01, 2001.

oops, hit submit too soon. Did the author forget two words in the last sentence? Tsk, tsk, sloppy, sloppy.

-- Debra (Thisis@it.com), September 01, 2001.

Sloppy? Maybe so. But it doesn't dope out. I mean, you sustain the "a" thing up to the last three words and then forget?

I figured it was meant as ironic commentary on the "moral" of the story. If you can call that a story.

-- Miserable SOB (misery@misery.com), September 01, 2001.

"Anonymous author?"

Aye!

"Afterwards, Anna accomodated Albert anally, although Anna's asshole ached acutely."

An atrocious addition!

"Oh, my aching aliteration."

Altogether apt.

"Tsk, tsk, sloppy, sloppy."

An amusing assumption.

"If you can call that a story."

Amen!

-- Break out the cookies and milk (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), September 01, 2001.

Aaarrrgggggggggg

-- Cherri (jessam6@home.com), September 02, 2001.

Anyway...Albert always absolutely abhorantly abused afterward. Asshole!

-- Rico Suave (rocky_rider@hotmail.com), October 13, 2001.