In the back of my mind, I expected to fail.

In the back of my mind, I expected to fail.

But I thought WTF its worth a try and created 100 stories with my random thoughts in 10 minutes or so. It was like spam-mail. Even if only 10% got a response I was sure to up my

was the week they gave me my week's notice. The viagra, eyeball and fly-laced frosted donuts were my trap, but how was I to know that was Krispy Kreme's secret recipe?

Unemployed, armed, hopped up on sugar and viagra... I hit the town waiting for an opportunity to present itself...that's how I came to be a police officer in charge of the Occupy m

aiden defence league. These gals meant business! So I soon ran out of viagra and I had to rely on my sugaring skills. Well, that didn't go well with the Occupy hippies

who thought sweets were only for the wealthy, as they were stuck in the Middle Ages. I tried to use my noodle to think of a way to appease the Occupy gals, but it went limp when I

remembered that I forgot to send Aunt Valetta's birthday card. Anyway, even though the poor middle-aged Occupy gals had no candy, they did have the Buffalo gals who would come out

at night and frolick by the light of a full moon. Completely carefree, they tossed candy and chocolates into the streets for random passerby to pick up. This was just great because

when i talked to god just minutes befor on the public cellphone in Jerusalem it turned out that he just wants to fuck me.