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so I tore of my fishnet stockings to corral the fugitive fishling. "You're not that goldfish from Cat in The Hat, you're not destined for greatness," I said. The goldfish disagreed

with my digestive system. He wasn't a babblefish, more a diacritter and soon my colon had a grave case of diaeresis, and an acute apostrophe.

I was infested with cedillas - how embarrassing. The doctor gave me a horse pill & referred me to a psychiatrist. Pointy grave accents are the worst as the burrow under my skin

purse. But the horse pill turned out to be a tranquilizer. All of a sudden my teeth felt rubbery. I drooled on my sleeve and giggled about it. That's when my boss said, "

Are you tripping on goof balls again?" My mind had an eloquent response but I realized my boss was absolutely splendid. "Okasie-a-ladasee." my tongue replied.

"That's Gaelic, isn't it?" She leaned back, spread her legs, and revealed her Beanie and Cecil big girl grannie panties. "Prof. Aleksander Nalaskowski spoke Gaelic to me once in

the war!" Nobody knew what war she was talking about. She was always using this "war" as an excuse to get out of speeding tickets. It didn't work this time. Granny was arrested.