"I wanna dance!" she announced to the room.

"I wanna dance!" she announced to the room. Everyone in the asylum turned sharply toward Anna, the head nurse. "I wanna DANCE!" she exclaimed with a kick and a twist.

Her dance moves were regrettable or fortuitous, depending on your perspective. Head nurse Anna knocked over the pills for the asylum dwellers. Uppers, downers, 'ludes, gigglers,

two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, not that we needed all that for the trip but

during the last Boy Scout overnight campout we only had 3 ounces of mushrooms and a 5 gallon cooler full of jungle juice. It was the boringest 36 hours of my life. I pulled into

the middle of the air overlooking a suppository. Our jeep fit five of us. We plummeted to our deaths. Well, their deaths. Now I'm just a talking head. Never got the stink out.

And never got the lead out either, which I suppose was fine, being just a talking head and all. Still, as the jeep plummetted, my life's work at Old Navy flashed before my

eyes like the bolts of lightening that struck down the four tuba players in the parking lot of the amusement park the night before. Ohhhh, if only I had

uper easy to catch. Plus have you ever put a frog down your pants? Well you should try a whole basket of frogs you'll feel more alive then

you've ever felt before and frogs are better then porcupines if you really think about it.