1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ready or not,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ready or not, here I come

the boogie monster is coming for you unless... you give him what he wants... it maybe painful, maybe harsh ans may cause serious anxiety, but if you want him to leave you alone...

you can't stop feeding the ducks by the bay. Their hunger an only be fulfilled by the crumbs of bagels you provide from your part time job. So, bag in hand, you get in your car

and lock the doors because those hungry fiends are unrelenting. My grandmother was eating alive by savage ducks. She'd run out of crumbs and they tore her apart like a pulled-pork

sammy. It was ironic because she'd crusaded so ardently to protect the ducks, going so far as to build them a sanctuary. When the ducks savaged her like land piranha, restaurants

questioned keeping them on the menu. Fish and game wardens rushing to gather evidence as to the DNA of this carnivor ducks. Genetic mutation or a random flock of flesh eaters

wasn't a question I was prepared to answer right that second. So I skipped out on the perss conference and continued to prepare the coniverous confit for the beaver stew.

Suddenly, Special Ops smashed through the kitchen windows. From their black puffy hats, I knew It was the CIA, Culinary Instute of America. "What's the secret recipe?"

the commander barked. "WE'LL NEVER TELL YOU!" Screamed Andy the sous-chef, as he threw the giant pot of boiling lard towards the fascist pigs Special Ops.

The "pigs" burned by the pig's fat and all documents burned on a trash can at the alley...That's how the secret on how to have safe sex with an alien went on being a secret.