Now when i try to remember how i thought

Now when i try to remember how i thought my first day in highschool would be i imagined there where things being thrown everywhere people who looked like they would be parents and

pregnant mothers, girls orange as a crayon, guys that think they're hard, and

dicks as big as Batmans

but smaller than supermans

breadbox? He answered, "Yes, now you have ten more questions left." "Is it something you would use to shave a cat?" "No... 9 questions." "A goat?" "Yes, 8 questions." "Is it a...

pair of Satanic ritual shears?" "Yes! Congratulations!" I was handed the shears and a heavily bearded old goat. Within a few short weeks, I had woven a very warm and evil sweater

It was the Bittersweet Sweater%u2122, and like the One Ring it was so appetizing to wear, but it's side effects included demonic visions, the ability to see Satan, and and urge to

boogie fever like it was never gonna stop. So Raul Julia tore off the Bittersweet Sweater and spoke in his lugubrious accent, "What am-a I, Bill a-fucking Cosby? Hanh!?" Raul

kept dancing. And boogie-ing. Until it was an inferno. Literally, fro's and fondue forks exploded into flames. But Raul Julia started doing the "hustle" and that's when

a dozen angry midgets burst onto the scene just a-whompin and a-whoompin every last thing within an inch of it's life. 9 died that night. 4 became pregnant. Back to you Peter.