The screams woke me up.I heard when my mother

The screams woke me up.I heard when my mother brought DeeDee back from her dream wich,based on the sounds she was making,could be anything from erotic to a nightmare.It was such

that her name DeeDee had killed her by a lethal

and tragic combination of mistaken identity and unmitigated ennui. It was the sort of thing that happens once in a lifetime; nevertheless, the authorities swore

such curses as "crimminy" and "cheese and crackers." The guy in charge was a stickler for family values. They hoped no one would notice they had the wrong man. "Maybe if we

skim some money from the fundraiser, we could affird some more investigators, or maybe a clone or two. Then I'd be off for South Beach" That was the last time I'll ever wear lamé

since I was an udder embarrassment at the minotaur's ball. I had no clue what it was, so I undoubtedly put it on wrong. The prophet Mohammed had to show off of course, wearing a

Lovely coat. The Minotaur did his best to mingle with his guests, but his terrifying bellowing just led to confusion and panic amongst the assembled Cretans.

Thinking he'd better remove himself from the increasing Cretan angst as quickly as possible, the Minotaur called his mom on his cell phone."Mom? Come get me. I'm in trouble again."

"Where are you?" she replied?" If you are in that silly labyrinth again, you can find your own way out! this time. I'm tired of you and your shenanigans. Get a job and blah blah"