It had been a long night at yoga practice.

It had been a long night at yoga practice. As I stepped into the street a violent ravaged dog attack my leg. I kicked in scream until I beat it off.

But it's teeth were too sharp, and as it ripped my skin off my leg, I realized that pigs do not sweat, and that meant that boys aren't real, which means that!.....

WOMEN RULE THE WORLD!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

he laughed. She glared back at him and gritted her teeth. The last time he'd been there, he'd dropped a ball point pen. In it, there was a spring. She'd straightened and sharpened

it into a key. She was in the cage tonight, but she would be free range in morning. The thought of eating raw livers and braised scalp made her feel, Senatorial? In control and

on the move, she had a master plan. She would make it to the south gate, where her brother would be waiting. Free range? HAH! This chicken was crossing the road, dammit!

Farmer Ted was having none of it. He pulled out his rifle and let off two rounds, shooting her and her brother dead by the gates. He had them both for dinner served with

pillowy mounds of mashed potatoes, ripe string beans and candied yams for dessert. Farmer Ted sucked every morsel from his greasy fingertips, satisfied. There wasn't enough blood

and gore in this scene so the director called for another busty young coed to prance around and get slayed. The actor playing Farmer Ted particularly enjoyed the addition as

he had been waiting for this moment. As the camera faded to black, he looked at the mangled bodies of the cheerleaders and said, "You reap what you sow."