take all the best features of Simon
namely, his tshirts, and combine that with
random flailing mechanical parts in order to
advance a Neolithic political agenda focused on
Paula Abdul's legs." He knew that he
was fighting a losing battle and gave
a peptalk to the troops saying, "Four
cups are in a quart, got that?!
" Most of them had no idea what
he was smoking, but I did, so
Kruelaid led the cooking class til recess.
Saddly, he was choosen last at kick
Sebastian in the nads, making him very
late for lunch. Kruelaid wore steel-toed boots
which caused his mighty punt to scatter
the entire legal profession across many planes
raining despair and taxes across many an unsuspecting
populace. Maintenance guys used Cobalt 60 to
contain the toxic legal spill but alas,
it crept into Sheboygan, where it ate
at Denny's, compounding the toxicity of the
farts generated by local cows and hamsters.
The Dennys employees were sent home with
I-9 froms and Big Breakfeast coupons to
make up for their lost wages. Frank
was a manager who hated eggs that
smelled of eggs, an ironic bit of
eggery that egged on the eggheads at
Eggminster's Omlet Tower. Frank furthermore loathed green
eggs, not to be confused with other
green things. He loved leaves in spring
and anything moldy, just not green eggs.
"What's in the box!?" cried Detective Mills,
General Inspector of the Yard. "Is it
what I think it is? Because if
you guys got me another dolly, I'm
gonna buy you all cheeseburgers!" This was,
by far, the biggest lie Mills told
the National Enquirer, who ran his story
for sixteen concurrent weeks, front page, but
readers of Enquirer are notoriously bad at
anything resembling any degree of inquiry. So...
Mills bought about half of the cheeseburgers.
"Gee whiz! Isn't this story over yet?
It's been at least one hundred and
fifty shmillion thousand years overdue for a
plot, setting, and interesting characters. Editors won't
touch the script unless a cameo for
a naked William Shatner comes soon. He
wants a bologna sandwich, sweet tea, and
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