You know how when you're eating, or reading,

You know how when you're eating, or reading, or driving or whatever and all of a sudden nothing makes any sense and you just kind of pass out for ten or twelve minutes?

That happened to me on a drive down to Alamagordo 10 years ago, & I am still trying to reconstruct what happened during that fateful blackout, but I traced the strange black tattoo

on the tip of that strange, mutilated dangling thing that smelled like old gym socks. That's why I washed my hand. I washed it real good. But as I washed my hand I saw in the mirro

r that some of the stringy, mildewy smelling stuff had splashed onto my face. "EWWW!" I reached for the soap dispenser, but saw that I'd already emptied it while cleaning my hand.

I was going to have alot of errands to complete next sunday...

So, hey, do you think you could help me? It's not easy to get all my errands done, being a paraplegic and all. First, I'll need you to strap me to the back of your motorcycle.

Totally, yah man, no problem. Hop on. Oh wait, I guess you can't. Sorry. Here let me help..ah my back! Somebody help me. &#*$! " The paraplegic hitchhiker waited while the biker

reached into his backpack to retrieve a bungie cord. "I can strap you onto the back of my bike!" Soon the biker and the hiker headed down the hill when they came upon a

Creatures they would like to meet on the road. They sang, "Highway To Hell", much to everyone else's annoyance. The karma police were called but the crablike creature killed them.