I understand why you wouldn't want someone

I understand why you wouldn't want someone to know that you used your own son as a guinea pig. Now he'll never be the same. He'll always be connected to the darkness in your soul

brother number 1. "Who's that?" he asked. "Arnold Jackson fool!" And they did rapid high fives so their arms looked like branches in a hurricane. Then they finished snorting

all that bad. She poured real suger into her tea as she thought about her work and the Sweet 'N Low account. She wanted that account so badly! Marketing, her chosen career, had

eventually gotten her into prostitution and repeated assaults from a syphilitic midget named PeeWee. The Sweet 'n Low account was all that could save her from

morbid obesity. 20 years of being the face of the sugar lobby had taken their toll on her waistline and her teeth. It was time to help her jump ship before

she ended up like the Marlboro man. But ofcourse the sugar lobby didn't want to lose their rotund poster girl.

Still, not much to do about lung cancer. Considering how many people want to ignore the surgeon general's warnings, one can't help wondering how much he gets paid. But anywyas,

I stuff my pipe full of ol' sea salt tobacco and blow toxic clouds in the faces of my companions. I gives thems a wink and smile as they curse and fume. It was all in fun until my

stuffed pipe got stuffed somewhere I'd really rather it hadn't been stuffed by a fellow who apparently had had enough. But that's neither here nor there. Got a light?