Halls filled with kids of all kinds Diversities

Halls filled with kids of all kinds Diversities and Personalities and attitudes, it all interesting as I sit back and watch these people they swear their loyal but their not. Y LIE

into the stitching out through the other side at an odd angle. This was no way to mend things. "Relax," Silas my assistant said sharply. "Seams like these will get you nowhere."

I wanted to say seams couldn't take anyone anywhere, but Silas was right--they could. If I wanted to be promoted to head seamstress, I needed to mend these better. These seams

seamed ok, so I set them aside. Then I heard Silas the head seamstress scream. Evidently they weren't ok. On closer examination I noticed they contained tiny little faces, all star

-ing wide-eyed in horror. In fact, they all looked like Steve Buscemi. "Who wants to see Steve Busemi's face all over their clothes?" Silas the seamstress shrieked, as if it was my

fault that I had been mangled by my plastic surgeon. He insisted that he would do the work in spite of my not having yet paid him the $32,211.23 I owed him. "Steve Buscemi might."

So Steve was put under, & my plastic surgeon did all he could. After several weeks straight on the table, Buscemi emerged unchanged, but the dr. had turned cross-eyed from staring

at Buscemi’s mouthful of crooked teeth. “I can do nothing about his looks,” the plastic surgeon resignedly said, “until he sees someone about those choppers. Call an oral surgeon!"

Nurse Nancy refused. "I think he's cute just as he is!" she cooed & bent over to tuck some stray gauze back into Buscemi's nose. "Will you marry me?" he asked. "YES!" she squealed.