Frank Rossio (KK6FR) Transformed into Macy's Day Parade Balloon - His Blackhole!

[Nomen Nescio]

This is a terrible dream I had about KK6FR the Happy Ham.
It is unimaginable but I'll try. Now imagine the theme song of the
Twilight Zone protruding out of your ears as a 3D like
camera descends down into Frank Rossio's trailer in Phelan California. A
rattlesnake hisses and rattles outside Franks bathroom window. Frank is
on the shitter grunting and a readin' the National Enquire with
a picture of Noel Burman on the cover - the headline screams "Ham
Operator transformed into Prima Donna 3840 Shortwave Tranny Queen"!
Frank continues his grunting at the same time howling like a wolf for
his loaf to expunge out his flea infested bowels. Frank's tongue hangs
out side of his mouth, slobbering, panting, dripping sweat as a line
dance of flies circles around his head. He looks like a caricature out
of Mad Magazine. Gail his bucktoothed lover plump pony tailed beeatch
slave opens the bathroom door! She screams "That incredible stench!!!"
She shrieks over the smell of rotted cabbage and frijoles and screams
like something out of the movie Psycho. Franks asshole quivers and a
loud hissing sound echoes off the bathroom walls. Wait! Wait! Frank's
shithole is being transformed into a massive blackhole. Gails long hair
gets sucked up into the hole as the town of Phelan, the state of
California, the U.S. of A and the world are swallowed up into Franks
pulsating sphincter! A horrid "sluuuuurp!" as Franks shitter is
transformed into a blackhole. Gravity waves belches out of Franks shit
chute. In an instant if you can picture this. You know those Macy
Day Thanksgiving inflated balloons? Imagine a gigantic bloated Frank
Rossio, bulging arms like Popeye, bloated legs and a fat bloated
pregnant belly. Nekkid. Floating face down in space, where the Earth
stood still. Franks fat ass black hole consumes the remnants of the
Moon. Rumbling in his belly is contained another world, seen in the
stomach lining is the flamboyant Greg lisping to make an emergency
contact, his dog Whisky howling and clawing at Franks stomach lining to
free him and his master. A Steve Wingate being consumed by the hot air
of Franks colon, pieces of Wingnuts face fall off like melted wax from
blasts of Frank's pressurized hot rotted gut gas. Last but not least a
red chinesed eyed Noel Burman is being squeezed like a piece of cheese
into Franks steamy rectal canal waiting to birthed out of Franks
ass cheeks hence farted back into space. A couple of the foul mouthed
regulars were already gassed out and tangled in Franks nest of
dingleberries looking like a bunch of grapes leering at the mass of
Frank Rossio's hemorrhoids. Life sure sucks to those that have known
Frank. Pure horror till we cut to Frank's face his quivering puffer fish
lips mutters "Grease is the word." A rubber band plays stars and stipes
forever as it eternally circles Franks butt cheeks.

To be continued