I'd invited the regulars, Bob who brews Nutbrowns,

I'd invited the regulars, Bob who brews Nutbrowns, Sam, the Pilsnerking, & Sally, the Amber-lady. The burgers were on the grill when I popped the unmarked bottle of Obama Honey Ale

and poured it all over my keyboard, thus making it difficult to twq678t286goulvgjhabla'gd;[aokjg;p9r2;,..z.hnoaagb0b2l,qqololololololololqqqqqqqqqqqblbz.,mgnoz-0=pmnnnnbbbbbbzzzzzz

." The Scripps spelling bee was even harder in person. "Country of origin?" "Typewritermonkeytopia." These clues were useless. I felt a dizzy spell coming on, so I leaned against a

rubbertree plant to catch my breath. Can you use it in a sentence? "She waffled her Lego's with the bowl of nuts and bolts, to the sounds of penguin laughter and decided to use her

pencil." WRONG! I pushed the button and he was sent straight to hell. "Who else wants to play?" I asked the audience, then read what was on my card. "Stewie Ott, come on down!"

Stewie came bouncing down but he had a crucifix with a silencer at the end. He aimed at me and fired off a rew rounds. I threw my flaming trident in a perfect arc and it caught

just the corner of his cape. That was all I needed to set Stewie ablaze with the fires of Justice. Unfortunately, I had not thought out just how long burning to death would take

and I had a plane to catch, so I dowsed the flames and tied Stewie, who was now unconscious, to the coffee table. If the meeting went well, the investors were sure to contribute

If it didn't go well, then Stewie would pay for it, pay dearly. I had a vague idea what to do with him should this go badly, but I left the finer details open, being an optimist