The sun set in the west behind the three

The sun set in the west behind the three sisters & the first star shown in a deep blue sky. A tall slim cowboy rode on his lanky steed whistling Indian Love Call. The butte echoed

the strains of his lonesome song, the wind across the desert plains its only response. The tall slim cowboy pulled up on his reigns & gazed silently up at the starry sky, wondering

if this would be the final take of the cigarillo ad. He was a real cowboy with real cows to poke. "Cut," said the director. "Dale, the CGI cigarillo nebula is BEHIND you. Learn how

to stand on your mark!" screamed the director at Dale. They'd been shooting the Cigarillo ad all day and the director had Linda waiting for him back at the hotel. He cleared his

nostrils of phlegm, first the left then the right, into a receptacle designed for that purpose by Rod Stewart's 5th wife. The director fired Dale, texted Linda with a rude smilie

erupted in long stringy bursts from her nose and mouth. Linda's phone chimed again and she drop kicked her left eye into the fruit basket and put her right eye into her mouth. Eew.

Her glass eyes were made to order by Dr. Hzcvvcvctt, who wore them too. His eyes fell out in a motorcycle accident, so he took taxis everywhere. The Russian cabbies loved his witty

rejoinders. But in Russia, the rejoinders witty you! Dr. Hzcvvcvtt was a modest man and being witted wittled away at his confidence. The fact that he was eye-less made it even

-ing even on the brightest day. He had his wits removed when they became too much and spent the rest of his days happy, sitting on a wall and shouting "Oo-arr" at strangers.