The doorbell rang and it was Frank. He was

The doorbell rang and it was Frank. He was late as usual but I was too tired to comment.

His jacket looked like he had been mauled by a tiger, which was funny because just yesterday

he had decided to become a vegetarian. It all started with this weird dream. He was sitting in a field of poppies and

all of a sudden he was floating. He looked down and could see a taliban poppy pusher approaching his still-fast-asleep body

so he tried to scare the poppy man using the technique made popular in the movie "Ghost", but instead the man just

flipped open his lighter. Time for a smoke.

Marlboro Reds. None of that pansy 100 nonsense, he wanted to taste it. As he walked out the door he was blinded by the

javelin with such finesse and skill. He swallowed hard and wiped his sweaty palms on his gym shorts.

Headed to the sidelines with courage. Grabbed the big-breasted cheerleader and plunged his tongue down her throat.