Jim drove a red car,an Impala reflecting

Jim drove a red car,an Impala reflecting the sun as a mirror covered in blood.Through the desert,he drove for 3 days and 3 nights and by the night of the 4th day he just couldn't

stop being Italian American and Stew in his impala, and drive all mad, and shift with vengeance. It might be the black leather gloves. Then Ken Kesey's Bus drove along side

y horse out for a gallop. It evaporated into a cloud of fluff and splinters, another casualty of this wild dragon chase. Ken Kesey cast his lure into the dragon's mouth and was dr

agged into the air. Ken held on as the dragon lifted him skyward. He knew dragon hunting was dangerous but this was getting ridiculous. How we he going to

Fly without a parachute? He held onto the dragon for dear life. They flew together to some unknown destination.

Which was the immense bed upon which Madonna and Jean Pierre were nestled haphazardly across while Karen gathered her wits on the floor at the foot of the bed. The dragon landed &

Karen squished it, thinking it was a mosquito. Karen took her collected wits and shuffled to the door. "I'm leaving, as if anyone notices," she mumbled. Outside, the hotdog man

noticed she was leaving. "Hey there!" The hotdog man shouted. "You look like you could use a weiner!" Karen paused, knowing she shouldn't, but his wiener looked so plump & juicy!

"I really do need one," she said, hurrying over to take the offered hotdog. It was as juicy as it looked, and another fifteen minutes, Karen had ran the hotdog man dry.