Mrs. Marple waited calmly in line a the food

Mrs. Marple waited calmly in line a the food market. She had soiled her Depends again. She could hear the customers behind her making retching noises. She played it cool. That was

typical of those rude americans:to mock the soiled gay british lady!Ever sinse she married Miss Jane Marple,becoming Mrs.Marple,Edith felt life would be a novel.Solving murders and

dunking toasted crumpets into earl grey. Edith Marple felt so elderly and dignified that she purchased an umbrella. A fancy umbrella. An antique umbrella for the London overcast

weather. She liked to drive her scooter to Mrs. Lovett's pie shop for the best pies in London. She would purchase two and eat one on the run and one at home, quite delectable.

"Scrumpdillyumptious!" she thought (and cleverly) with a self-announcing belch. The best pies in London also gave her gas.

Why did she insist on eating so much pie, when she knew she had a bad stomache, but when in London you must eat the desserts.

You also need to go see the Eye, because a giant ferris wheel in th emiddle of a major city is just amazing . She new her stomach couldn't take it, but

she wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them was her real test, but to train them was her cause.She wanted to travel across the land, searching far and wide.

STD's. She did catch'em all. Poor girl, she became the very best. And now she'll be missed.

The moral of the story is this: Sexual activity is not to be confused with collecting Pokemon, no matter how tempting the mental association may be.