“Catch that float!” Derek accosted the parade

“Catch that float!” Derek accosted the parade. The band-related shindig overcame bantering Father Ed, the tetherball player. Shoulder pads removed, Father Ed resembled a seven year old.

The banter stopped. Outliving the banter, Fox News took down a welter-weight fighter (they showed him humbled and believable). Bubble baths took one more phenomenal evening and stopped. Father Ed got into the hot tub, swearing like a boondoggled derelict.

Intentionally or obtusely, Derek meant or intended to put a stop to the parade auditions. Bands achieving their rundown victories, most of the parade was spent in unsatisfying acoustic sets.

Meanwhile, inside, when Father Ed passed around a joint, faces tensed. Interlopers picked up dust bunnies in a house otherwise clean and impressive. When the cop cruiser showed up, hastily, innocent Father Edward incriminated himself.

A parade outside, a field day. Put succinctly, we hired the amplified band, a perfect noise from their second guest star’s second cymbal strike. Father Ed pumped iron in prison. Derek hoped for change.