My neighbor's dog was always howling at the

My neighbor's dog was always howling at the moon. All night, all I could hear was that bloody howling. I needed to do something, but what? It was such a

pleasure, that howling, so primal and beautiful. I knew I must record it. As I climbed over the dividing fence, mini recorder in hand, I had to stop and think:

Would my neighbors understand me recording the beautiful howls of their lovemaking for posterity? I dismissed it. Art is art. As I drew near their window, I tripped over Mr. Chen

friggin' time. It was annoying, so the "pervert" decided to make a chart so that we would never be at the same window at the same time. I was an artist, so I wore a smock and he

had leggings and a shower curtain and a greased Chicken breast tied with blue twine. Oh, if the neighbors goat was just 4 feet closer this would be providence.

The goat came running over to eat the shower curtain but tripped on the blue twine.Two big pigs came over to get on the action

but the crocodiles had already farted and headed to the eastern seaboard for some mild time travel.Bob was scared of the future lovers he would encounter because of tooth enamel

eroded from years of drinking soda sweetened with high-fructose corn syrup. The decay coupled with chronic halitosis meant

for a happy dentist who would take a few shots of nitros himself before attacking the mess in his patients mouth.