Roger Ebert looked at the woman across the

Roger Ebert looked at the woman across the bar, Annette Fonicello. He raised his glass in a toast. She smiled. Then Margaret Thatcher arrived, "Am I interrupting?"
"Not at all, Maggie." replied Roger. "Annette & I were just discussing how there are some things you just can't practice, like zooming in a jet-propelled one-man rocket suit."
"I'm getting my jet-propelled one-man rocket suit license tomorrow. I'm a little scared, especially with the Newton's Folly portion. Maggie, any pointers?" asked Annette?
Maggie was the first Sister of the Rocket Scientist Nun convent to obtain a one-man rocket suit license. She knew all about Newton's Folly. "That's where the man rocket scientists
admire passes everything to an alcoholic cockfighter who mortgaged his inheritance away." She thought about that as she dressed for the day.
There was something extraordinarily alluring about cockfighting, and the alcoholism only sweetened the deal. Her costume as some kind of superhero prostitute would hopefully prove
easy to remove. Suddenly BLAAM! feathers everywhere. She wasn't a superhero tart (tho' it's an easy mistake) but animal rights hero! She stuffed pacified cocks into her bodice and
left the chicken coop as quickly as possible. As she hid behind a large scrub bush outside, waiting for her moment to bolt, she vowed to always protect her avian friends. Suddenly,
from behind her, she heard a chattering. The squirrels had come back to finish of Bertha and she knew that wasn't gonna happen. "Not on my watch, bub!" She picked up the pitchfork
that she...didn't...have. Well, it was an honest mistake (I guess), & the squirrels were upon her in a heartbeat. They cracked her skull just like a walnut & feasted on the goo.

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Finished: 2013-09-04 17:54:26

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