rapidly expanding cloud of flaming plasma and
yet only had half the calolries of
regurgitated bulging iron ration cans of rusty
c-rats from the War of the Roses.
That made all the towns people find
out if they had other relics from
old George Carlin routines, KISS reunion tours,
Marvel Kiss comics made from Kiss blood,
that they would soon see that KISS
infiltrates EVERYone's life in some twisted way
with their big bloody tongues, and their
Bloody makeup creating more people to look
like a 70's kabuki episode of "Welcome
Home, Kotter". In a surprising twist, the
part of Arnold Horschak was played by
Toshiro Mifune; this astounded everyone, as he
raised his hand and yelled, "ooh!! Ooh!!
Washington-san wa gakusei desu ka." he
said to Kotter, who was played by
Chow Yun Fat. The Fat man drew
his kyoketsu shoge and began to spin
the bottle to see if he was
gonna use this ridiculously fumble prone weapon
landed on Vinnie Barbarino, now played by
an ensemble of bit players, leading to
John Travolta getting called up. John laughed
maniacally, throwing himself against the padded walls
and screaming, "my hair, my hair, don't
get it wet! It's dry clean only!"
Johnny then manages to then kill the
boredom by counting the spots on the
back of his freckly hand. He went
crazy with excitement at his new found
Scientology handbook which instructs him to massage
mangoes and papayas for exactly 17.34 minutes
. "Then what?", he asked. "I need to
make mango papaya chutney for my class.
I have to marinate and squeeze them,
but first I gotta grow them, and
Then water, fertelize, love then harvest them.
This is advanced!" However, few prospective mango-growers
are Scientologists, or play Advanced Mango Grower(TM),
and the mango eaters eternally hunger for
recognition for their discoveries in lower Delaware.
Which begs the question, what was discovered?
What did they find in that ancient
necropolis infested with the shambling, restless dead?
moldy old playboy magazines and a large
crouching eidolon of some toadlike being worshipped
by lawyers, televangelists and other twisted parodies
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