On the night of december13th,1992 Kyle was

On the night of december13th,1992 Kyle was seen driving his old Chevy thru a side road leading nowhere just never to be seen again.Until last week when he knocked on Drew's door at

three on the morning wearing nothing but a bolivian unicyclist's jockstrap. Drew was a bit shocked but let him in and served him some warm milk and a plate of girlscout cookies.

But the thin mints disgusted him. Visions people in suits manipulating cookie recipes with sacks of sugar bought at falsely low prices from dictators and sold through a girl's smil

e danced through his head. "DAMNIT!" he thought, "I want Simoads!". But he didn't know they'd been renamed to Carmel Delights. He begged and pleaded for free cookies until

security was called. He was hauled off to jail, and this was his third strike, but it was also his lucky day! The warden down at County was trying to break the Girl Scout cookie

record. 28 eaten in 5 minutes and then whisting "Ging, gang gooly" before having a drink. But the jail warden had other ideas. He immediately called for a

surprise lock down. He clanged his baton against the bars. "What we have har is a failure to communicate." Since I decided Esperanto was the universal language, I understood his

intent.Polite prison chitchat should defuse the situation, but “how are you” is out since it’s “Kiel vi fartas” in Esperanto, which might not go over well on accounta the “fartas”.

he sky began to brighten with an intense flash followed by a gust of electromagnetic energy. I am now staring into the eyes of Charlie Chaplin.