Can I see it she asked? So I took it out

Can I see it she asked? So I took it out and proudly displayed it! Its so big and hard she said. I just smiled. May I touch she asked? Gently I said. Wow a petrified Dino Bugger

I mean, Dino BuRGER, (I have a speech impediment). The petrified Dino Burger was proof that the Flintone's actually

ntstone would be worth a fortune if I could pull this off. I already had an oversized jawbone, a thick skull with tiny brain cavity, large metatarsals, and a spotted orange frock.

My coiffe was enriched for the occasion with flowers, herbs and eggs, and somehow an indigo scarf arrived to complement my frock. If Fred Flintstone didn't swoon over such crème

de la coiffe, then I had seriously misjudged him. More than anything, I wanted Fred Flintstone to take me to the Royal Order or Buffaloes dinner dance on Friday night. We'd have a

brontosaurus steak or two, pound a few beers and then, if I was lucky, a gay old time. I don't know what he saw in the Rubble creature - beady black eyes, short, dumb as a

Diplodocus, and smelly to boot. He also had narcolepsy, so he was constantly passing out. I had to wake him up so many times, I was dubbed the Rubble Rouser.

Somwhere lost in time, a drunken sheep stumbled through a thicket bleating softly as it mourned the loss of its virginity... and the narcoleptic diplodicous slept on.

And that's how we get the saying, "Whenever a butterfly flaps its wings, cataclysmic meteors rain down somewhere on the earth and destroy all living life." Like our administration.