The alarm clock went off way too early this

The alarm clock went off way too early this morning. I rolled over and chucked the alarm across the room. The snooze button became obsolete. I reluctently got out of bed

to go to school as the loser I am. I have no friends and never will. Can you see my dilemma ?

I cant find no one who loves me or care for me, even though there was this nice guy named Michael Jackson. He made me feel good inside and would rub me in places i didnt know i had

which were my feet. "ahhhh" he gave a good foot massage like no one could except Jet Lee hes as good at it as he is in bed.

But when he sees a cookie he just fights for it until his enemy dies of starvation. He then returns to bed to continue his fantasy.

Few knew of Cookie Monster's immortality, glacial resolve or rich fantasy filled dreams. He was a lucid dreamer and controlled his dreams mightily. In his dream kingdom, cookies

were ironically in short supply. As the nation bayed for Lorna Doones, Cookie Monster would travel to Milano, do Pirouettes, and taunt Walkers with his Graham expression.

All throughout the countryside, as far as Pepperidge Farms, everyone clamored for these confections. Unfortunately, Max Keebler - a napoleonic wanna-be - always poo-pooed them.

But of course, he was also getting into the sugar bin in that tree house, where the Keebler elves lived. They put up with him because

at least he wasn't sticking his bearpaw into the tree, searching for honey. Not like that so-called "silly old bear." Living in a treehouse (or just a tree) can be trecherous.