THE YEAR IS 20XX. SCIENTISTS HAVE PREDICTED

THE YEAR IS 20XX. SCIENTISTS HAVE PREDICTED MASSIVE SOLAR STORMS AND THE WORLD TAKES ACTION. MANKIND SEALS THEMSELVES INTO MASSIVE BUNKERS WHILE THE WORLD IS TURNED INTO WASTELAND

". I put the film down and picked up another. "What about this one? PETE AND JULIE TAKE A ROMANTIC WEEKEND TO VENICE WHERE JULIE FALLS IN A CANAL, PETE JUMPS IN AFTER HER AND

a Trielecerphantops?"The Producer took a swig of Jim Beam & held up a cannibis-stained finger."This Rom-Com Dino Thriller needs pathos, innuendos & infernos, & I need some oreos."

The Producer's assistant nodded, jotting it all down in a tear-stained notebook. "Got it, Chief," she said as she wrote "Dino rom-com needs innuendos, and interspecies romance"

"Not just romance, but full blown intercourse!" The Producer grinned, enjoying watching his assistant squirm as she added to her notebook with a shaking hand.

" I can't look at this stuff I'm too young," The assistant quit her job and ran for the hills. There she started a llama milking colony.

It was supported by John Mackey' s whole planet foundation. Her microloan was paid off in full ahead of time. The llamas were raised on all natural feed.

But that did not keep them from going rogue. They spit on the whole planet foundation & on John Mackey himself. They almost drowned him in spit but he deftly bottled it & sold it.

My aunt Mildred bought a bottle of Mr. Mackey's Magic Mucus and poured it on Uncle Sherman's grave. It brought him back to life, but boy, was he ticked! And slimey!