Why does my hair smell like vomit?

Why does my hair smell like vomit?

Why am I curled up around this toilet bowl?

"Because if I told you once, I told you a thousand times, you are NOT going to the ball! Now, get to scrubbing, Cinderella!" The Evil Stepmother stormed out. Cinderella dunked her

mope into the bucket, purposely sloshing some dirty water onto her Evil Stepmother's new dress. "Ugh, can't you do anything right?" she yelled at Cinderella before stalking away.

Although the plan seemed successful in procuring her stepmother's continued disproval, it backfired since she once again had to do more laundry. "Oh if only I could have a

small assistant of some sort to do it for me." Just then, there was a sound of clanging metal and electric sparks. It seemed to be coming from the closet. She gulped as she opened

the closet doors, the fear almost unbearable. Before she could discern what was before her, Agent Michael Scarn leaped at her, wielding a wok and SuperSaver coupons. "Freeze!"

seducing manner. "Ma'am," said Agent Scarn stiffly, "step away from the vouchers, they're drenched in sarin." "I can't... they're such a bargain!" She died in his arms, all purple

and covered in boils. It was highly contagious. Agent Scarn need not worry now for being laid off by Spy Academy and replaced with a younger, sexy, more urban Agent Tones. The end.