At first I thought it was some kind of mistake

At first I thought it was some kind of mistake but ...

and I breathed out a giant sigh of relief. Something was still nagging at the back of my mind though, there was still one thing left hanging, namely

Bob, the meter reader who had hung himself in my cellar last week. How could I have forgotten? By candle light I descended the creaking steps into the sea of empty booze bottles,

I cut down Bob's lifeless body and cried. Who was going to read my meter now? I use up ungodly amounts of essential utilities & my meter needs reading more than your average punter

from the Midwest. Speaking of punters, if you want a really great punter you need to go to Bolivia. There is a small town called Pueblo De Las Virgenes where people with really big

egos live. All you have to do is insult one of them and he will do anything to prove you wrong. So you go up to one and say "Bet you can't punt, runt," and he will become the best

punter in the world. So coach Cockatoo, ran out to the quarterback, "Boy you throw slow!" Dudley Do-All snuffed out air! His pass was so fast that the receiver barely made it to th

altar of Commodity and her children, Perplexity and Alfonso. The Devil's Soul went For-Profit and incorporated in Delaware after a raucous Wedding Night on the Town. No charges a

-re made against the 'Devil's Soul' for not following the legal steps of forming a company. Delaware became less of a shithole and the town could draw funds from federal authority.