Awkardly, I struggled to make a joke, dealing

Awkardly, I struggled to make a joke, dealing with stressful situations in the only way I ever did. How was I to know
that right behind me a priest, a rabbi and a goat herder had just entered the bar, but for real. The bartender made the "cut" gesture, but I missed it and finished "so God blew
and they were Scattered," on my theremin. The Priest, Rabbi and Goat Herder grabbed Appletini's and took the closest table near the stage. They drained their drinks while staring
at the escape artist. When he was free, the Priest exclaimed, I bet you can't do Vatican. The Rabbi began Torah his approval, but the goat harder called him a Crook.
which was fine, since he was. What none of them knew was that he was also rode dolphins at a water show. On porpoise.
He had a whale of a time skating along the water surface while the tuna sellers sharked the audience for all the clams they had.
The tuna sellers, y'see, were robbers, and by clams they meant money. Our hero skated towards the robbers, mackerel in hand
as he tried to recall his secret Fishjitsu training. He remembered the single most deadly move, the "Fish Fist of Flaming Fury", and he spun the mackerel so fast it ignited.
Losing control for a split second, the flying fish hit a badly positioned wrecking ball, showering the gathered crowd with charcoaled mackerel. The erotic explosion of gore
excited every woman who had ever been in close contact with aquatic life. Unknown to the crowd, a sinister barred owl sat in wait atop a skyscraper, knowing his plan had succeeded.

Started: 2011-01-09 23:27:46
Finished: 2011-04-21 07:33:03

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