Once upon a time there was a woman named

Once upon a time there was a woman named Holly.

She was a spinster and instead of living with hundreds of cats she lived with hundreds of gerbils.

She figured that with the gerbils, she was far less likely to be noticed by the authorities. And, gerbils had a far lower overhead. And, she'd had that one gerbil as a child that

seeing color where his own eyes had failed him since birth. Dangling from his back, it would bounce as he ran, giving him a kind of drunken dance hall equilibrium; how he got high.

Well, also by smoking crack, but today he was all out of crack. So he ran as fast as he could, but his mysterious equilibrium turned into a close encounter with the floor when

it abruptly switched places with the wall. He would never get out of here if the room kept changing like that. He needed his fix, so he backed up and tried again. This time when he

kicked at the wall, it did not move. Injuring his right foot. Well isn't this great, he thought. Just terrific. Crazy room of moving walls suddently decides to stay still. How

many beers does it take to get this thing moving again? It takes 2 beers to get a freshman Coed clothes moving, but these walls. Man, it's unfair.

Why did Anheuser Busch sell to the Belgians? Clydesdales could've moved this beer wagon in a sec. But these Belgian horses can't pull for crap. To the glue factory with these nags!