Victoria voraciously scoured all o’ the teeth-brushing hobbyist zines for coupons, snipping each she found, till she had the million & 4 needed to win her prize.

Since then she’d wait by the mailbox all day & night—but not noons; that’d be ridiculous—not bothering to eat, sleep, take bathroom breaks, or brush her teeth—despite Teeth Brushing Illustrated’s advice.

Finally, she saw the mail deliverer stuff a tan package into her mailbox. She didn’t wait a second ’fore ripping it out & tearing it open.

She gasped as she gazed @ it.

¡Finally! ¡My own vial of urine!


Piddle, milline, Victoria