So much for the rain

So much for the rain

in Spain which falls mainly on the plain.

The meteorologist was at it again. "The snow in Oslo falls mainly on the hedgerows. The sleet in Magritte falls mainly in the street."

A frustrated ex-thespian, the weatherman enjoyed nothing more than to weave Broadway show tunes into his forecast. "Soon it's gonna rain, I can feel it. Soon it's gonna rain, I can

see the... purple rain, purrrple rainnnn." The former actor/now weatherman whisked a big wig from his back pocket, adjusting it headily. The producer yelled, "Cut to commercial."

But there was no commercial. Instead, there was just dead air. Now that is surprising enough, but what came next was even more shocking. In the dead air came a figure, s shadowy

va-va-voom figure that could only belong to... a Living Barbie! But was she alive, or just plastic? In the dead air it was hard to tell. The studio audience held its breath as she

finally mounted the stairs in her stunning bikini. The TV hosts realized that indeed she was alive. What they didn't realize was like an angler fish she was a human catching proto

zoa and calling it science for the convenience alone. They could never understand the truth or even that there was a Truth, The Truth. That occurred to the level up from that & the

end.