Sarah Smith was not surprised by Dossier.com's

Sarah Smith was not surprised by Dossier.com's latest change of privacy terms. "Let all my seekers find me," she mused, "and let them be well-prepared for when they do." She was mo

tivated by envy, lust, greed, pride, gluttony, sloth and anger. Her seekers sought her by following her chain of outraged creditors. Sarah Smith had nowhere to go when they knocked

her up, punitively, and had her evicted from her residence. Reluctantly, she took the advice of a homeless wise man and left for the land of Seven Deadly Sins. The Greyhound bus

broke down, as Greyhound buses are wont to do, this time just outside Saint George, Utah. She was way past questioning her decisions though, and just went with it. Presently, she

randomly wandered into a diner. "Do you need a job?" said the cook. She nodded her head. Two weeks later, she was renting a flat. She looked out at the Utah morning. How did I get

here and why do I smell of pancakes?" she wondered to herself, reverting to her previous self. She sniffed her hair. The buttery syrupy smell made her think of her Aunt Jemima.

Oh yes... Aunt Jemima had given her a bottle of that new designer fragrance for her birthday -- a playful mix of maple syrup, butter, elderberries, and just a hint of presumption.

The regulars at the diner left her huge tips because she smelled so good. Then when she started tying a scarf over her head, she looked just like her Aunt Jemima. Ooowheee! Hungry

Hungry Hippos is a truly evil game. But the regulars wanted to play it, and play it real hard. She set the game up and said she would referee. I was so scared that my teeth chatter