"Hello? Yes, hello this is Dingy Donk. Is

"Hello? Yes, hello this is Dingy Donk. Is this Gingerbread Guy?" Dingy was hopeful that this time it would be different, that his new college roommate liked smelling shoe too.

"Yeah, this is Gingerbread Guy," the voice answered, "Can you hold on a moment? I have to smell this other shoe before I forget what the first one smells like." Dingy's heart lept.

It was him! Dingy had fallen head over heels for the biscuit man. She just loved the way he smelled.. his candy eyes..his chocolate buttons..Just thinking about the Gingerbread guy

made her mouth water. The part cinnamon part gingerbread cologne, the snazzy buttons and big, beady eyes made her swoon and shiver. "Gingerbread Guy?"

"Goody goody gumdrops, ain't you a foxy lady." She knew he was player, always on the run, but she loved this Gingerbread guy. She could just eat him up... literally.

The foxy lady brought the Gingerbread man's left hand to her rosy lips as if to kiss it. He smiled until she took a bite.

Then he pulled back and became a hooded rat, which caused her to be sufficiently disgusted. It had been a white Christmas after all. Evanstonopoly was played all afternoon by the

Sisters of the Blessed Silence, a non-Scientology affiliated convent in the center of Evanston. It was whispered that the Sisters of the Blessed Silence predated Columbus by 3 cent

e in the future, as long as history doesn't repeat itself...repeat itself...repeat itself...rep...rep...rr..rr..rrr...." And here we are, at the beginning again. Or is it The End?