While christians are flyin a kite my friends

While christians are flyin a kite my friends and i will try to get as high as one. For fun we fill up our lungs with all that skunk weed. I plead the 5th. Hand me a fifth of absynt

-he. The strange twaddler and the French man with the fancy mustache zig-zagged around the gas light district looking for some serious opium. They happened upon

some and did...something...with their opium. No joking because it was, after all, serious opium. After they did that, Twaddler named the French man "Twiddler" and they shaved

eachothers mustaches. Twiddler was dumb & Twaddler was in Detox. Twiddler communicated with rapid twirlings of his finger. Twaddler responded with eyebrow twitches, a side effect

that had garnered so much attention that it prompted Surgeon General's Warnings on each box. "WARNING: May cause severe eyebrow twitching and finger twirling." Twiddler and his

She was sending a signal to Batman. Batman walked in the room and said "I've just finished dealing with the Riddler and now I have to stop you. Twiddler, release your mother

and go bother a lesser superhero. I'm sick of you." Twiddler's face fell. All his life had been building up to this moment and now he had to settle for being a 2nd-rate nemesis? No

way, Jose, he thought to himself. How can I be better, in terms of greed and wealth? I, the Twiddler, couldn't even, be a villain, what am I to be, if I am still failin'?

That's when his fairy badmother Wario flitted in thru the window on fairy wings & a crap propeller system spewing out noxious fumes. "You can always be greedier if not wealthier!"