Slowly my vision blurred. The pills were

Slowly my vision blurred. The pills were kicking in and the blood began to gush from my arms. Was I really ready to die? I wasn't so sure anymore.

Dorothy to wake up from her poppy-induced coma. Scarecrow looked innocent enough, but I, the Lion, knew better. Grasping my tail in pseudo-insecurity, I signaled Tin Man by

mistake.What I really meant was to get some of those poppy-seeds for myself.Afterall,I am the Lion...I'm king!Dorothy had her share and I was not

in a good position to take the wicked witch's urine test. I'd smoked a lot of pot with the tin man last night. If I ate the poppy seeds, then if I failed the test, I could always

find the urine of a virgin dormouse to substitute as my own. But when I crashed the Mad Hatter's Tea Party, no urine was to be found. I woke up the dormouse & asked him to piss in

front of a webcam while people watched, providing a concrete finale to the idiom- "If i had $8.99/mo every time someone liked to dress up like an FEC animatronic or school mascot."

The local theatre group sponsored them and they had a website of their own. it was a huge success! It went viral, faster than the Queen could catch and eat flies in the house.

The cook said, "We must go see Rosencrantz and Guildenstein, your lady!", while throwing the baby to the footman.

The cook was picky about his babies. This one was a nice plump one.The footman casually bagged the baby, for next week's meatloaf surprise.