He rocked hard on stage, live, and with a

He rocked hard on stage, live, and with a big mustache.

"I am about to show you something magnificent," the large mustached man yelled. The audience was waiting in anticipation. But then, the mustached man puked a rainbow of bile hues.

The audience wearing stereo glasses was amazed to see the rain of chunky bile merge into 'The Meaning of Life:3D'. The mustached man continued projecting the film until Mr.Creosote

brought him another bucket. "This one was a spare," he said while a bit of chunky sputum dribbled down his triple chins. The mustached man looked in the half full bucket and said

"I'll get a napkin" as he walked away i silently drew my blade and approached.

As he rummaged through the cabinets for napkins, I stared at the small of his back, imagining exactly where I would make the stab.

But while I creeped up toward him I tripped and my knife stabbed myself in the throat I tried to yell as loud as I can but I didnt make a sound seemed as if karma won this time but

the Karma Police arrested my karma for cruel and unusual punishment. In jail, my karma was bunked with the karma of a moral saint who was reincarnated into an aquarium rock. My spi

cloak of snakes that slithered inside. Sadly, Spirit's karma was caught at the final gate. The guards yanked the cloak off of her--to find nothing there. Karma doesn't exist.