"Goddamnit." He had fell from a tree. Pushing

"Goddamnit." He had fell from a tree. Pushing himself up and connecting his spinal cord together again hastily, he doublechecked his oddly made gloves and looked around cautiously

trying to see if anyone had spotted his clumsy acts. The world seemed barren, deserted even. No one seemed to be around and this boy was all alone. He was trapped in the midst of

dust and desert, with one exception: the shelter miles away, its lights winking in the distance. I began to walk over, but then I spotted it: a mutant zombie, with a tongue fifty

Feet long that resembled a tape measure. The mass media blamed Russia for the election disaster. Maria Zakarova was acknowledging the threat from the US. A repeat of 2000, I think.

Maria's alter ego Malgorzata Yudonvanamesavitmya was part of a honey pot scheme by the KGB to trap Cheney with his pants down. That was old fashioned Russian

roulette game was part of the plan. Malgorzata Yudonvanamesavitmya was sent by the KGB and KFC to deliver the game, and prank pants to Cheney, all because priority mail was too

captalistic. Chaney put on the prank pants, shot his friend in the face and the games began! Two chickens wearing kamikaze headbands threw hatchets at each other while a klezmer

boy band shoved their instruments into the bums of anthropomorphic sweet potatoes. Chaney could not exactly comprehend the strangeness of what hit him next. It was a large

tub full of kumquats. Chaney loved the taste of them, and ate them all up. Next, a gang of teletubby enthusiasts came up to him, holding a severed baby's head. Chaney soon