When the aggravations of chance trouble your

When the aggravations of chance trouble your soul do you turn to the masters of fate? Redouble your efforts in an attempt at control, or throw up your hands and say fuckit?

Is this a trick question? Do I have a soul? Are there masters of fate? If I sling way at this I'll probably fail anyway. O' fuckti! I threw up my hands and the pizza dough

I would become the next Pillsbury Dough Boy. I was already chubby & squishy. The dough covering my head felt really good & a cute little giggle erupted from my soft mouth. I ran

to Pillsbury headquarters . I had hoped to be the next dough boy. What I found there was a dojo with several other candidates in line. A PA boomed, "There can only be one! Fight!"

Two dough-boy martial arts students faced each other in fighting stance. One high-kicked his opponent, who clutched his tummy and giggled uncontrollably, melting

nacho cheese is something that takes more skill than you'd think. If you want to do it right that is. And these two tubby martial artists knew snack-foodology. So they were evenly

Drizzled over tortilla chips for nachos at midnight. Another brick thrown at the tellie, when Shark Lady opened her mouth. This was not the original brick thrown at this tellie!

The original brick had long ago retired to be part of Hadrian's cairn. These new bricks had never seen a kiln and weren't likely to. But they worked fine to throw at Shark Lady.

As the unfired bricks fell through the water they returned to their original mud, and landed on Shark Lady with an unsettling series of plops. Luckily she was on her meds that day.