He was bent and twisted like a wasp stuck

He was bent and twisted like a wasp stuck in the fly screen. It was from years of refilling the Slurpee machine. At the peak of his career he'd

manned the Slurpee machine and hot dog rotisserie with ease. He decided to cure his convolution by being Quartered with a safe word. "Why not try yoga first?" his friend suggested.

"Oh! Great idea!" he replied sarcastically. "And why don't I take your head and make a hat with it?" His friend answered, "I don't remember that from my yoga classes."

"Oh, well did they teach you the human circle?" "No!" "OK, bend over with your legs spread wide and lean deep, curving the spine. At full stretch take your head and stick it up

-" Barbara interrupted me before I could continue, "That is dutty. I am NOT going to do that." At that, she ran away and threw banana peels at me while doing so. I dodged a few and

spun around haphazardly in my Mario Cart. I trailed after Barbara as she threw further obstacles. During rush hour, cars caromed off ramps. I hoped my insurance was paid up as I

veered towards the next ramp, hitting the item box. I was pleased to find 3 red shells circling my kart. I swerved in and out, avoiding banana peels

until, at last, I creamed my opponent. I cried out in victory and the dentist office occupants startled, turning to stare at me, in front of the fish tank, a bulky bandage on my

momentarily lost control of the device, squirting a dab of whippy stuff on my assistant. Torture by creaming is the worst way to go, but they all got what was coming to them, eh?