Last friday night I

Last friday night I

ate a burrito

made by his Grandma who slaved over a hot stove. Swallowing the burrito in one gulp, he quipped "Thanks Gran" and strode out the door. She then wondered were her wedding ring was.

But when she sat down, 'Ol Gran remembered where her wedding ring was. She could feel it. Its round hardness reminding her of her ancient marriage. It was lodged deep in her

basement, clutched in the now rigored hand of Grampa, whom Ol' Gran had buried about 6 feet under the tool bench. She had told everybody Grampa had run off with the census taker,

the one with the heavy eye makeup? Gran's inflection made it all sound the correct kind of sad and homey. Speaking of sad and homey, what the heck was Grandma wearing to the social

at the Senior Rec Center? Housecoat and slippers? Hell no! A classic black dress and string of pearls? Granny had been a riveter in WWII and was still quite riveting now -- but she

knew the charade was over, Granny whipped off the mask to reveal none other than Detective James Manatee, butterscotch bb gun in tow. "Get off my lawn" he said cooly,

Then the detective took off his skin and an alien popped out. Will Smith tried to chase him, but he stuck his slimy tounge out at Will and ran. Just then, Neo jumped on the alien

& merged with his conscious. Neo realized the 'alien' was also wearing a suit. With his cover blown, Det. Manatee unzipped & apprehended both Neo & Smith. Matrix Case closed.