The cat proudly dropped the gift at my feet.

The cat proudly dropped the gift at my feet. I brought a paper towel to remove the token of appreciation. Odd, it looked like a silver astronaut.

help but wonder if he was like a genie in a lamp. So I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed him as much as I could. I didn't get a wish, but I think i made the tiny astronaut's day.

"Who's walking on the moon now, Bubbles the Chimp?" I snickered. My hand was getting a bit of rope burn, from the friction and I needed to take a break, a KitKat break. I went thru

the aisles at 7-11 when an announcement began: "Attention shoppers, I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down

down, never gonna run around and desert you!" At the 7-11 that meant that the hot dogs were half off. And that means that

Honey boo boo came in for a doughnut and coffee but started running register because she wanted money for a new pageant outfit.

Guy Fieri had stepped out to gay-bash a couple next door and returned to find the precocious tot dancing on his stool, obviously high on GoGo Juice and who knows what else. He

reconsidered his options and decided he'd rather eat the dancing tater-tot just...because. Such phenomena was rare and Guy Fieri thought he might be able to launch a new menu

item if he swallowed enough air before inhaling the poor dancing tater-tot. But even the Journal of Irreproducible Results would not publish the story, for the sake of his family.