Shawna cackled. "You're right Mable, that

Shawna cackled. "You're right Mable, that Betty Lou is dumber than a door knob, bless her heart." Mable lit up. "Why, she looks busier'n a cat covering crap on a marble floor."

The man pauses the tape, "Which wasn't that funny because Betty Lou was actually a cat. Hi, My name is Todd. I categorize and ridicule small town humor." Todd wears a

suit of armor made of carefully crafted Spam tins and has a penchant for oil spills and disaster movies. I never liked the guy. Spam? Are you kidding me?

But Spambaby wouldn't be stopped. He made an armored assault on the Kroger's warehouse & liberating all their spams. When the police arrived he'd molded the mound of spam into a

on the run from Scrapplepooch, and needed a spambulance. "Help!" Pork roll cried as the doggy gouged away. Spambaby loaded the Kevin Bacon bits into his shotgun and fired at

Scrapplepooch, pwning him. But pork roll didn't pull through. The funeral was good day out. Spambaby babbled the eulogy and Kevin Bacon was on video link all the way from LA! We

hammed it up for the camera, even though our behavior was inappropriate at Pork Roll's funeral. "Hot dog!" said Spambaby. "Isn't that Kevin Bacon?" This was the wurst funeral ever.

Rabbi Yitzhak rent his garments & cried," You mourners are swine! And you, Keven Bacon, I have a beef with you.The steaks are high.Answer only after you've stewed a bit!" Spambaby

wasn't sure he really belonged there, but didn't really care. It was a head made of spam. It elicited a grotesque, unholy wail that frightened the congregation every which way.