The man saw that the wall was tall and all

that Humpty would be born again as the immaculate conception in a barnyard hen. The frying sacrifice ran its course, and the lone man rounded up every king's horse to witness the

rebirth of Humpty from the virgin Brahma hen Camilla She was betrothed to that old coot Gonzo who hadn't fathered a chick in seven years. So the King's horses were mighty impresse

d by the resurrected Humpty, as they never thought they'd see him together again. But here he was, his perfect oval body intact, unblemished. "I've come back to deliver a message f

rom the future. Do me baby. Come on and do the Humpty Hump." "Heyyy", one of the King's men said. "That's not the real Humpty! Get him!" The robotic Humpty from the future

decided it was time to cut back on the sauce. "These hallucinations -- they're insipid! And I graduated from West Point with top honors!" The robotic Humpty's cyber-psychonomist

ex-girlfriend kept calling us. That's why I drank. I drank hard like a divorced sailor with stomach cancer. I drank and drank until one day I woke up in a strange place. How long h

ad this binge lasted? I wrote a note: 'Dear Hyacinth, Please stop calling. I wouldn't ask but my wine merchant won't give me any more credit & I can't deal with you sober. Yr EXboy

friend, Jake'. I left it on the table, where she'd be sure to see. I hope she saw it. I hope she knew how much I hated her. My head hurt. I stumbled to the door. She was there. She

looked down at the note and then looked up at me with her deep green eyes. Could she change? She punched me in the arm and said, "You kidder!" and skipped away. (nope.)