Hold a festival on the third Wednesday of
Octember, called Asparagus Night (not to be confused with Walpurgis Night celebrated on 30 April), dedicated to all those who had suffered and survived the sheer boredom of
rappers and rap music crappers and crap music and any other
performing beggars with their cap held out and
diamonds in their teeth that look like
advertisements for some really dumb movie about
betray their instincts and lower their standards by thinking and acting like human beings when
all of a sudden a bright light lit the sky from the east and
Oh my gosh!! They're opening a new strip mall and car dealership in one. It has everything from.....
spinners to wood polish, handy if you
if you have a spinning fetish combined with a polishing obsession and are
remembering that dreadful night when, with the wind howling mournfully through the mists, we wandered lost in the woods, aware that at any moment
we would stumble upon Jimmy Hoffas grave and
find it was actually where the contents of Al Capone's vault had been hidden by
the one armed man who was later to
complicate matters by attending the annual fancy dress ball in the guise of
Morticia Adams. He secretly loved it when people would....
leave their drinks unattended so he could lace them with
breath mints. He wondered if anyone would notice his..
