Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of

Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping her sparrow-like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing pile of forgotten memories.

"Hey, bird-brain. I called on you. You do remember the components of basic turbine design, don't you? Just come on up here and diagram it for the class." Cheryl's mind turned like

a concrete mixer as she stood up & trudged to the Smartboard. "I'm torqued," she thought to herself as she tried to recall the difference between impulses & reactions. Cheryl's tur

-gid thesis had been a success. The glory went to Cheryl's head. She could no longer last the day without a pick-me-up. Now she was stumbling over her scientific explananations in

linguistic stilettos, so to speak. Her drug addiction fueled her genius, unbeknownst to her peers. Cheryl stumbled down to her lab. There it was: Pepsi. She rode the brown dragon

which explained the stains on her pants. Cheryl had discovered a way to freebase Pepsi. She cooked it down with potash into cubed chunks. Her first hit was the best and never dupli

Cated model for the new century. Richard Pryor was not able to pull that off. Cheryl found a new career promoting Agenda 21 after she changed the procedure for verifying purchases

second left to go before the previous world was obliterated. So I think I know a thing or two about pets with emotional baggage, thank you very much. As for me, I am fine, in spite

my diagnosis of ajy'ioerhnsdefr I rarely see the little lice men anymore and the urge to eat toe jam and cottage cheese pierogies has all but disappeared. Now excuse me...squirrel!