So sitting on the back deck of the boat,

So sitting on the back deck of the boat, all of my past insecurities came rushing back. I hollered to those folks hanging over the edge of the bridge "Hey you, what's

that you're dropping? Don't puke on me you assholes I have troubles enough of my own. My transvestite son is pregnant and we don't know which of his sisters is the father. So sober

was he that he read the entire "boring nation thing" chapter in 1984 and really enjoyed it. Sure his sister knocked him up but that was because he was decked out in meretricious

gold lamey dress and heels. Under the blacklight his fluorescent kit was the hit of the club. What he didn't tell his sister is that he was part of the Oceania elite, watching

that cigarette guy mill aimlessly about England and speaking in hushed tones to some bimbo because they thought Big Brother wasn't watching. What a fucking tool, we thought. Yawn.

common enemy. The smokers scheduled a meeting of the minds with the dopers. Yanni had to be stopped. At all costs. This piano playing would not stand. But first

we must all go on a picnic at Lake Ipeedinit. Yanni brought egg salad sandwiches and Gary forgot the cake but everyone enjoyed playing frisbee and making a raft

. "The raft, yeah that's it...that's the ticket," mused Gary, rubbing his hands together in glee. When no one was watching, Gary strapped the annoying Yanni onto the raft and

then set fire to it. Slowly it drifted away as Yanni's mustache crisped in the flames. "Who next?" said Gary gleefully, & we all sat on the beach, pondering which star was next.