The sun was shinning, the birds singing but

The sun was shinning, the birds singing but William was in a foul mood. He stalked his way across the paddock the object of his rage coming closer with each

stride. William had to think of something, anything, to distract Joe the stable boy from using that utterly detestable riding crop on him today. William stomped his front hooves,

in morse code trying his best to get the attention of Jackass over on the other side of the barn: . . . - - - . . . William the Horse wanted Jackass sneak up behind the stable boy

like a dirty sailor. William and Jackass were actually the same person. William by day. Jackass by night. William was shy and a fool. Jackass was loud and gregarious and well, a fo

llower of the Cult of Swiss Cheese. Jackass swore upon the Holey Babble. His doctrine had more holes in it than a '57 Chevy that had been sprayed with an AK-47. Do you get my

Point? John Cleese poked fun at the cult, saying women 's brains were like swiss cheese. Shark Lady, three years later, threatened to have him murdered for making such comments.

Cleese was loaded for tinny but hoped for woody. He had an army of gorn to protect him from Shark Lady although he still didn't think she had it in her. They would have to look far

and wide for a wig that would make Shark Lady look like Prunella Scales, but once they found an oversized Bride of Frankenstein (waterproof) Cleese was easily fooled and eaten.

Shark Lady had an appetite for aging comedians. She swallowed the remaining Pythons whole, and had - wait for it - the last laugh.