The Christmas party took a turn when Amy

The Christmas party took a turn when Amy Fewster arrived with rum. Felix was smiling when he opened the door and he kept smiling as he struggled to make the connection: it was Amy

"You handle the children!" Amy grunted. She slipped into the bubblebath and felt her troubles melt away." Ahhh, free at last!" She sighed. Felix knocked on the door and shouted

, to no avail. Amy didn't answer. Calgon took her away, which was nice at first, but now she needed to return to her "real" life, screaming kids, needy husband and all. The tub

of soapy sedation was draining even as she stood bare before the world or at least the gardener who was just outside the window. He was early and he was erect that is he was

a premature ejaculator and had no children of his own. He often sat under her window, imagining she was his child. Then he'd go home to his lonely yurt and weep into his cold stew.

He was visited at night by a magic love fairy that would guide him to find his soulmate. He listened carefully to her advice and promptly slathered himself in molten bison fat,

The Fairy, as she called herself, said he could ask one question per visit. This particular night, Thor wanted to start a new folding story. "You can start one, about Fairy-dogs."

Fairy-dogs are simply dogs to the dog power of dog. Every aspect of a dog was magnified dogfold by Fairy-dog. One day a Fairy-dog named Ididnotmeantoo threw his dog tag into a hat.

This was big! Ididnotmeantoo was breaking with aeons of tradition by doing this and word of his Opinion flew through the Vapor and raised the ghost of Lost Hope from her tomb.