My father had left to me a silver belt buckle

My father had left to me a silver belt buckle with the symbol of π on it. When the Unity Government started isssuing posters and billboards with just π on them i realized

my pious father'd taken more than one secret to his grave. His crop circles coutinued to produce the spherical mana fruit sustaining the masses. As high priest of the cult of π, I

increased my circumference with many a mana pie to pad my power. But no rain was falling this season, so I turned to the Pi scriptures. Chapter 3, Verse 14: "The life of Pi channel

totally sucked. Actaully I never saw the Life of Pi channel So many people recommended I watch it that I just couldn't bring myself to actually watch it any more.

I flipped through the nether regions of my cable channels. The Drywall Network...Canales Dentales Españolas , Your Neighbor Next Door ... wait-a-minute...

Jackpot! He settled in to watch the hottie as she brushed her hair. He called up Bob "Get over here, fast!" When Bob arrived, he took him to the TV room, but the Your Neighbor show

just ended and the credits were rolling. "What? What did you call me for?" Bob asked. "Darn! You missed her again!" he cried, exasperated. Bob was never going to believe him now.

Bob was used to be around people which are making fun of him. But every time when this happened, he used to say to himself that

"If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs". A cheese phrase, but nevertheless one Robert took to heart to mean that the wold needed guys who were "off" like him

So Robert learnt to love both pork chops AND hot dogs. He ate and ate hotdogs. Ate and ate and ate until the nitrates they contained perfectly pickled his nose orange.