I wasn't always a bum. I used to be someone.

I wasn't always a bum. I used to be someone. I used to be rich and powerful. Until I met her.

I tried to make it up the hill. "C'mon, ol' gal," she grumbled, stepping on my gas."This is all your fault, bitch," I wanted to say."You shouldn't have taken that auto repair class

& changed my oil. I coughed a cloud of blue smoke & felt my heart knock & seize up. "This is it!" I clutched my clutch, my gears stripped bare. I used the Nav's voice to cuss her

a new tailpipe. Why drag races require GPS now is a mystery, a mystery I pondered as my transmission threw and the car leaped off of the track. As I rolled and bounced, the mystery

banana fell out of the tail pipe. The smart mouthed cop from Detroit had tricked me again. This Beverly Hills, we will be respected. To get him back, I called a tabloid and told th

E reporter I had been getting a few Z's at the bargaining table so I missed the accident outside my front door. A three headed cow had been crossing the road when Ludwig X drove by

and shot it for research purposes. Ludwig X would later develop a life saving drug, that would give people three heads. As the saying goes, "Three heads are better than one" or is

that made up? Either way, Ludwig had cursed all who had taken the drug. Those who grew three heads would soon die from insanity, their multiple personalities couldn't coexist.

The trick was for the experiments to continue until a 3head COULD coexist before the trait disappeared in the bloodlines. For that to happen you need a massive breeding operation.