"Well, there you go then," she thought as

"Well, there you go then," she thought as the door slammed. She heard the car reverse out of the drive, into a tree, crunch gears and head off down the street. The broken glass

was a painful reminder of her marriage, now shattered unto millions of pieces as the window was now. She would have her revenge on her jerk of a husband, but first,

she'd slowly suck the life from him via a 32-year plan of incessant nagging, parade-raining, mild food poisoning & deprivation. Then, after all that time, she'd spring it on him!

But by 2018 the 0% had all the money, and they were both forced to become plastic eaters to survive. During their time on the trash heaps, she came to appreciate him again somehow,

no one could make lasagna out of a shower curtain like he could. In this new future, the penniless had to eat garbage, and she learned to love him all over again. He was simmering

the lasagna as he always did to soothe his lonely soul when the penniless princess came & tasted the delightful concoction. She fell in love with his cooking and they were wed in a

registar's office, as a church wedding would never do. The royal status of the penniless princess made him into a prince of the realm. He became Prince Albert, the spaghetti maker.

Prince Albert's fried pasta was second to none, but he had a heart attack and was told by Dr. Mabux that he couldn't eat fried food any more. His wife took over as chef, and made

deep fried Prince Albert, straight from the can. (You might not want to go in there for 35 to 45 minutes.) Dr. Mabux got run over by a running refrigerator and we never found Mike