With a Wilhelm scream, he tripped off the

With a Wilhelm scream, he tripped off the balcony of his Frank Lloyd Wright mansion in the Hills. The butler rushed to the french doors and saw that the railing

had never been installed. "Lousy contractors!" the butler shouted, shaking his fist in the air. He wept. Later, a detective came around, convinced the fall was murder.

He wore a fedora and a trench coat. Bending over and peering at the ground through a magnifying glass he was shocked when

when his hat fell to the ground as a crow swooped down on him from the tree above. The crow landed in front of him and peered at the object in Harry's sight. The bird looked at him

cocking it's head to the side then snapped up the amulet! Harry rushed forward, but the crow flew upward in a spiral over Harry's head. Meanwhile the scarecrows mauled remains

were quickly gathered by the tin man. The lion sat sobbing in a blubbery mass in the corner. Toto barked at the crow over Harry's head but Dorothy

way of the HBO production she had told the Assistant Director to take his fucking Laker tickets and shpve them up his stretched out ass. She was through with all this

"True Blood" and "Being Human" crap. Sexploitation was finally going out of style, and the only ones doing erotic horror right were unpaid peons on the internet (like a banana).

And that's why the vampires/witches/deamons strike went on and on...until a fairy fucked them all put an end to it!