Annie was consumed with the desire to find

Annie was consumed with the desire to find a new "wipe" - there already were baby wipes, screen wipes, even doggy wipes - what new wipe could she invent that would make her as rich

as Bill Gates? "Stop dreaming," Joe smiled mockingly."You're stupid." Annie leaned over with her napkin & wiped Joe's grin right off of his ugly face. Her grin wipe invention was

the cause of much cha**** for her party guests, who really just wanted a good time. "No dreams!" *wipe* "No jokes!" *wipe* "No existential satisfaction!" *wipe*. Annie's grin wiper

was really not something she should be showing at parties. I mean, it was obscene and well, nothing to be proud of. But she showed it off anyways. They called it Annie's Grin Wiper

. Her blouse was fully up, her saggy chest fell upon the gaze of the party. No-one felt this was appropriate at all. The party owner shoved Annie out of the house feeling awkward.

The host awkwardly left his own party, tiptoe-ing awkwardly in the bike lane, awkwardly patting the parked cars at the curb. He waved awkwardly at Mange, the neighborhood feral cat

feline just looked away, uncomfortable at the host's awkward awkwardness. Wait until the feral cats hear about his latest social faux pas! The host, his party miles away by now

hopped a train to New Orleans to sow his oats among the cougars of the south. Kinsky Miawrinsky left a trail of little Faux Paws in his fertile wake even Bob Barker's Chevrolspay

couldn't counter, and he eventually became the father of several hundred... thousand. In less than three years. Yes, old Miawrinsky certainly had a go of it, but his nine lives