There was a scratching at the door. He crept

There was a scratching at the door. He crept up & looked through the peep hole. "Vance? Open up. We just want to have a few words with you." He placed the shotgun against the door

and peered under. Yep, it was them again, seeking (no doubt) the Gouda he had hidden in the bottom drawer of the fridge. Dammit! He'd been so careful! Silently he arose and tip

O'neil belched and asked for a hot water bottle and milk of magnesia. The Gouda was playing tricks in his tum-tum and the barnacly old politician had bad case of

Pathologics which he studied in college.

We could call it something else but everything we come up with sounds rude. Thus, he "studied" at school. The Church Incident was not planned. The sharks were WHERE?

The sharks were in the baptismal font, waiting for their next victim. Being stupid, they did not think things through and quickly died from lack of salt water. The priest found the

sharks belly-up in the baptismal font. Not missing a beat, the priest quickly hauled them out and put them on ice. Borrowing the nuns’ station wagon he drove the iced sharks to the

local mafia boss. "Don Roberto, for sending a warning message to your rivals, what could be better than these iced sharks?" The Don shot a glance. "Very thoughtful of you, Padre. I

then Stefano Spazzilani stepped in along with Joeseph Figgliozzi. They knocked out Don, then stopped y to say thanks. "If it wasn't for you, the pasta would've gone cold.