La femme mystérieuse était sur la plage

La femme mystérieuse était sur la plage à Nice. Elle attendait le soleil....elle ne voulait plus vivre. Sans Jésus, son petit chien rose, sa vie était misérable

"The mysterious woman took a page from Nice. Elle attended the Cirque du Soliel and voolied more life. Without Jesus, son of a tiny rose, she got miserable." So Boneparte said.

Oprah asked, "But otherwise you're normal?" Boneparte thought for a moment. "Yeah. But I wish these utterances would come in quatrains or that I could claim Nostradamus as an

-drogenous relative. Oprah's book of the month club had really taken a terrible turn. Here was a transgender woman claiming to be Napoleon who was attempting to convince

the audience to leave legacies to her in return for cyanide capsules. Surely even Oprah's audience wouldn't fall for that old chestnut. "Please leave Mme Napoleon everything!" sobb

Ed Oprah as she recorded her last show. The guest was a three headed man who had an IQ of 390. He was very tall and his hands resembled claws. He had a gift for Oprah, telling her

"Here is a gift" & extended his left clawlike hand to present a box containing a Taipan. Oprah asked who she should thank. The head with IQ 30 said "me" the other two heads agreed.

-haking around like some sort of floppy body part. I didn't even say what body part I meant! After being expelled, I was sent to work in the alien welcome center as a janitor.

It was a great job all the free galactic gossip any busybody could get their hands on and, a hot lover with ten hands she couldn't keep off of me. ;)