I sheathed myself in the garments fitting

I sheathed myself in the garments fitting my caste and then I went to work just as I'd done every day since my extrusion. My task was unsavory, but I was congealed for this purpose

...amoebic, pervasive I was. I had to be to complete my task. Slithering, slathering, something wicked this way comes. I carefully placed my arm around her in the darkened theatre.

In the dark theater maybe I could touch her breast. Over clothes of course. Nimbly my hand found her round, firm breast. After the movie she thanked me for rubbing her infected zit

. I said maybe she had body issues if she called her breasts 'infected zits'. She said maybe I could stick my head where the sun don't shine. I said fine I'll take my XXL popcorn &

dump the jumbo tub over my head. That didn't really work though. I could still see out the bottom, and now there was popcorn grease dribbling down my chin, and kernels stuck in my

eyelashes. The tub of popcorn couldn't block my vision or hide my shame as my date realized what was about to play on the screen. Under all that make-up it was hard to recognize

The face of William Shatner's grandson doing standup comedy. He was throwing Froot Loops into the audience, who ate the whole box. This kid was brilliant, the critics raved later.

"The fruit loops are delicious!" the critics raved now. What comedy professional doesn't love fruit loops? Jerry was pleased that his new act was causing such hubbub. He grabbed

a bowl of Fruit Loops and poured it over his head. The audience howled with laughter. His ratings were through the roof. The Fruit Loops people wanted a contract with him. It was

Late in his office, the Fruit Loops CEO pushed the contract on his desk, and as he signed it, he began to have a taste of his future, and it tasted like fruit loops! THE END