The sandcastle competition was in full swing,

The sandcastle competition was in full swing, and it was no bucket and spade affair. There were sand Batilles, sand Taj Mahals, and even a sand Studio 54 filled with sandlebrities.

Liza Minelli was even there lolling in the surf, snorting up half the beach. She only stopped long enough to smile groggily for the cameras, her grin marred by

bull kelp and abalone. Liza gargled and Barbara Streisand itched the waxy canal of her ear with a bathtub brush. They held each other while Malibu sea foam mimicked urine foam

be more turned on than I am right now." I pressed my face against the glass. Barbara was now completely naked and Liza was working on her top. Cindy turned to Ana and said "If you

want to live, you'll do exactly as I tell you." Ana suddenly felt something sharp and cold slide into her back, rupturing her spinal column. A numbness washed over her, and she

counted sheep to fall into a deep slumber, just as she'd been trained. Ana was the pharaoh's most loyal wench. "Where's the sun chamber?!" the thief asked in vain. The other slaves

had their tongues cut out, so they couldn't say. The rotund thief waddled across the freezing desert sand and asked the next bunch of slaves he came across. These ones had no ears,

but luckily, they had ear-drums, so could still hear. But the thief didn't know this and looked stupidly at them, and continued on his way while the earless asked, "WTF's w/ him?"

They couldn't speak either for they had no lips. But they weren't dumb. They communicated by rapid staccato of their ear drum beats. "Ears have walls & voices deceive" they said.