"Who's the guy who invented work? I oughta

"Who's the guy who invented work? I oughta punch him in the butt." Our anti-hero slurred angrily as he tripped out of bed.

He then boiled up a vat of crystal meth before shooting a work colleague in the face. Now our anti-hero felt peckish. He opened the bag of sliced rye only to find it'd gone mouldy!

The anti-hero added "rye bread bakery" to his list of things to blow up. The meth was still drying, so he took his sack of crack and complimentary pipes to the school playground.

"Hey kids, do you hate rye bread and want to try some crack?" The anti-hero shouted into a megaphone. "Try some crack and get a free pipe bomb while supplies last!" The kids were

lining up in the streets. When it was his turn, one boy named Tony asked, "You mean like cracked wheat, right?" "Sure kid. Try some," said the man behind the megaphone.

Tony wasn't so sure, though. His mother always told him that if he couldn't identify it, he shouldn't eat it. The people in line behind him were getting restless. The megaphone man

kept extolling the virtues of the icy-blue ice cream. He took a bit and immediately felt some stirring "down below." OMG, he looked carefully & saw it was Viagra-flavored ice

thinking, "Hmm...this could be interesting." For the life of him, he could not remember what the hell he had been thinking about.

As it turns out, it was something really cool. Something no one had thought of before. Something of consequence. It was a unique, effective idea. Then it wasn't.