"This is a submarine not a jungle gym you

"This is a submarine not a jungle gym you nitwits!" The commander was steamed.

The commander was from Cleveland, so naturally he was steamed. "Everyone!" He shouted. "Up on the poop deck!" After everyone was assembled, he let them have it.

This was the fart heard for a thousand miles. I was glad to get home and clean up before my mum could find out. She would defenestrate anyone who smelled of weed. Three years later

was not now so, not yet. Those in that past wondered which of the others were there as well. But right now, in this very moment we need to lose some bud!

However, they were at Astiane

picking up their new tuxedos when the call came in. "The wedding is off," sobbed Evelyn, "Mister T has been seeing another woman!" "Wait'll I get my hands on him!" they assured her

. They stormed his apartment building, only to find that he was seeing his psychiatrist, Ms. Tee. "It's all a big misunderstanding, fools!" Mister T exclaimed. "I still love Evelyn

Reed; she taught me everything about idiosyncratic selfishness. I pity the fool who don’t love himself, she used to say. What’s happening here between Ms. Tee & me is strictly pro

-Bono. For our love was built on a mutual appreciation of the Irish rocker. Ms. Tee and I were moved by the same high-pitched howls and inspired by the longing in his lyrics.

We both went through Xtina phases but her screeches were grating. Whereas The Edge always took the edge off Bono's screeching. Outside the burning Targets said "This is America".