Hot fat and delirium congealed somewhere

Hot fat and delirium congealed somewhere at the base of his skull. The time of magic and will had given way to a chaos unanticipated by the great tomes. To be undone by a pan of

of the behemoth film critic Roger Ebert. He had half a jaw and an electronic voice. A voice he used to pan another Sandler film. Stephen Hawkens rammed his chair into Ebert's

chair in the balcony and lambasted Ebert for his movie review of "Skyline." Hawking's uneven robot voice shredded Ebert's ego and I blushed to hear it, thankful that it wasn't me.

Poor Ebert gulped twice & winced painfully, at which point his head exploded like a kernel of popping corn. Hawking's computer voice boomed through the theater, demanding butter &

a hooker. Hawkings had never liked Ebert and seeing him expire was getting him off like a quark through a super collider. She was old, probably older than this theater, but butter

So, why bring her up? Well, to tell the truth, I don't know, but she must have an interesting story too, don't you think? I know what - let's ask her. "Tell me, old hooker,

where do you get your Brazilians done? That's quality work." She informed me she used an at-home kit she invented herself, using nothing more than duct tape, SOS pads and

Mojitos. The kit also includes a boss nova CD because sometimes the Brazilians need a little mood music before they agree to be removed.

As the Brazilians looked over their newest treasure I saw my chance. With the speed of a 9 year old on Rittalin, I jumped at the leader legs raised and delivered as stunning kick.