Angie took pride in her Crescent rolls. She

Angie took pride in her Crescent rolls. She thought no one kenw they were Pillsbury, but she was wrong. Jeff hated Pillsbury. Ergo, he hated Angie. He began poisoning her one day

with low-quality delivery Chinese and deep-fried Ranch flavored SteakUms. He figured if the general malnutrition didn't do her in, the astronomical sodium intake would. But Angie

had a strong constition having been raised on a council estate in Glasgow city centre on deep fried Haggis and deep fried Mars bars. Her arteries were extra wide to cope with the

avalanche of

poor writing. It just didn't help the story move along. It really made him sad to think he was going to have to start all over. His quill quivering with anticipation, he scratched

at his nose with the quill tip. His allergy started acting up. He cursed Igor for replacing the quill with a goose feather again. His nose began to swell up. Just then Igor entered

puberty, which for a monster such as himself, was quite a scene. Puberty for Igor's kind was a mixture of mucous and pathos.

cookie monstars from Sesame Street. I dunno why, but i went rapidly to the place these cakes where made.

That's when I saw the shady bakery. Upon entry, I found the evidence I needed to bring this terrible crime syndicate to its knees. "This cake tastes like AK47" I said, smiling.