Barraco Barner, Angie Lammercoegh & Vula

Barraco Barner, Angie Lammercoegh & Vula D. Mierputarde met one another under most unlikely circumstances, and really they had very little in common with one important exception,

a most disturbing one: they were conjoined triplets. How the trio, whose personalities differed greatly, came to have separate last names remains a mystery. Barracco, Angie, & Vula

Because they were the most hideous triplets ever.

Nary a leg between them, and one of the triplets was blue for some reason. Stuff like this happens when the mom does Bikram Yoga during pregnancy; the oven overheats and the buns

get tough on the outside, but stay soft inside. "Fortunately, your mom prefers them that way," said Bobby, the boy who lives next door. I took my mom's yoga mat and slapped him on

the butt with it. "You stay away from mom, Bobby!" "Why should I?" he asked with a leer. "B-because I love you, Bobby!" In an instant, Bobby threw down the yoga mat and I pulled

a muscle executing a double hanumanasana with extra eka pada. " Ayurvedic healer... quick!" I gasped. Bobby immediately hired a campervan for the overland route to Uttar Pradesh &

a Hindi translator for the inevitable hustlers and bribes. Regular things, he thought, happen to good and bad people alike. Getting ripped off in a foreign country is decidedly

bad, generally-speaking. As he explained his situation to the beautiful woman who smiled at him while waiting at the Embassy, however, he decided maybe this time,it wasn't so bad.