She wore a skirt so I knew she was promiscuous.

She wore a skirt so I knew she was promiscuous. She was talking to me so the sexual tension was palpable. Like me, she was obviously thinking *When & where?* What she really

there in my pants, I suddenly realized the cops had shown up with a noise ordinance complaint. Because the loud party was happening in my pants, however, they couldn't very easily

just hop into my pants to tame the music; that would be very compromising for the officers. So they came to an impasse, we compromised and I quieted down then they joined later

for a Chris party. They all died. Then, Sheva died too!

I felt so lonely, not even chocolate cake would have been able to cheer me up! The one day, when I was strolling along the river avenue I found something

close enough to chocolate cake: mud. "What a dietary swapportunity this is. I'll lose weight for sure." I ate deeply of the mud around the river until I'd made a moat. My gut

ter surrounded my apartment building. Eating all the mud had done something to me. It'd given men these barbels on my lips. I felt like crawling into the gutter and wallowing

in the filth. So I did. My barbels had taste buds. The crap tasted delicious! I ate it. Then I tasted a state representative's ankle. It was like 10,000 volt chocolate. I ate him.

His tender calves were the bests part. Never will I taste anything as delicious again in my life. Thank you, for this delightful meal. I plan to eat all the rest in your memory.