Your grandfather was injured in a freak elk

Your grandfather was injured in a freak elk hunting accident while reading 'literature' in the outhouse. Uncle Russes shot ricocheted off the elks antlers through the moon cutout

and struck ole grandaddy in his artificial hip. Just a few more inches...The bullet deflected, piercing the centerfold's head. "Russ!" he screamed, dropping the mag and pulling up

a hand held gattling gun. Grandaddy cranked the handle, the barrels erupted like like solar flares, swarms of bullets shredded evil playboy bunnies. I could see his artificial hip

Flutter for a few seconds as he brewed his glogg. This batch contained monkeyfruit and snakefruit. It was unique, as always. I helped label the bottles for sale.

and put them all of the shelf, one by one.

But facing backwards, so only their backs could be seen. But even then passers-by could recognise what they were, and soon the little shop was filled with curious customers asking

"How much?" Slaves R Us' owner was thrilled---not letting customers see everything only whip up their interests. Yet for all these foot traffic, no one bought a damn thing.

"We sold a small bottle of squab juice but that was only because a little kid knocked it over and it broke and the kid's dad taught him a lesson and took it out of his allowance &

of the Stern but Fair Parenting Proclamation which survived nearly as long as knowledge of the historical event did. To the annoyance of all children both were taught annually.