"Titan is like a giant baked Alaska pie".

"Titan is like a giant baked Alaska pie". -- Cripes, Jenson's done it again. Get the media handlers on this. The NASA budget's in congressional review & he's gotta pull one of his

famous bamboozles before it is too late. Classic Jenson always getting himself into these predicaments. If congress gets wind of this he alone will have to suffer the consequences

of having to eat all of the crunchy peanut butter in the congressional kitchen. Damnit! I only eat creamy peanut butter, thought Jenson. So he knew it was time to unleash the

Nutella jar he had stashed in his congressional briefs. Luckily, and for once in his life, he was happy there was ample space in his briefs to support smuggling the jar with him.

He took out his camera bag, put the camera on his neck, and put the nutella jar in the camera bag. Nobody suspected a thing. But then, officer Cità came and asked,

"Is that a telescopic lens or are you just happy to see me?" She was always a flirt but never really meant anything by her jokes. Blushing I said

"Heheh...I am REALLY happy to see you." Then she blushed because she didn't expect me to say that. "Are you, um, happy to see me too?" I asked. She shifted her eyes away & murmured

uncontrollably like a fool, a mad love fool. She said, "Maybe." Oh that made me all aflutter. So I boldly and swaggaringly, devil-be-damned took her hand and held it. Yes sir, I di

d too. I held her hand until we were both sweating. We both looked straight ahead and acted like nothing was happening. What time does your dad get home? I couldn't let go, she

couldn't either. Suddenly, the worst happened. Dad got home. He saw me holding mom's hand. I started to tear up and whimper, "No..." Dad replied, "Yes. It's jackhammer time again!"