He didn't much like opera, but frequented

He didn't much like opera, but frequented opera cafes to hit on the singing waitresses. He was addicted to the ecstatic involuntary songs they sang during orgasm

like this one time when a cute head-head began singing "The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music!" at the peak of euphoric climax. They got hitched in Las Vegas a week later and

a week after that got divorced. The double heads just were too much, although they did make the sex "interesting". But she was on her way up and did not want to be shackled with

anyone else's bad credit so she divorced the conjoined twins. The twins went into a total crisis in confidence. They started with plastic surgery for a giant breast

near the beach so the could learn to swim together. On that foundation they would build a beach house designed just for conjoined twins: extra wide stairwells, built in love seats,

and double King-sized beds, just in case they were fortunate enough to hook up with another set of conjoined twins at the beach. The beach house would eventually become a resort

financed by the not-so-politically-correct ringmaster. The conjoined twins tried to double-date, but 3 were triplets. "Actually, we are from Siam," Stacy said. "Our dad is an Engli

sh muffin salesman who works all of Asia." "Oh, how interesting" nodded Ted, the third quadruplet from the left. "Maybe we can join you sometime on a trip?" Stacy asked "Did you ju

st invite us to England, home of the English muffin?" They got there & Sherlock Holmes told them there was nothing English about an English muffin. It's true, it's mythical bread!