I am he as you are he as you are me and we

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.

noumenon that had wandered up the stairs. George was trying to arrange PG Tips pyramid teabags into a larger pyramid. "I am the Wal-mart!" crooned John triumphantly! Ringo

D'ya think you'll balance number 9? When the tea bags toppled, George said, "Have they any brown shoes?" Paul strolled by with a snowblower blowing tinsel onto the Walmart Santa.

The Walmart Santa became violently enraged and began to picket the store, holding a sign that said "HO HO HO, MY WAGES ARE LOW." Retail politics aside, at least Mrs. Walmart-Clause

picked up her skirt and jumped over a puddle of urine. Another small child couldn't wait any longer in the ever growing line. Mrs Walmart-Claus began to think she was working in a

Youth Ferity Clinic. Not saying "Thanks, Mrs. Walmart-Claus" when promised a shorter skirt for Christmas is pure barbarism. Satanic, even. That Satan deserves a frowny face sticker

on the triangle thing at the end of his scaly tail. But this was no ordinary Youth Ferity Clinic,. No, this one was run by Scary Spice and she ruled with a manicured Iron fist.

Scary, or Mel as she is known to friends, made all who met her rue the the day they crossed her path, but at home she was a pussy cat. Literally - a practicing animagus, Mel spent

more time having meaningful conversations with her pets than with human men. Intellectual conversations on the latent function of yarn kept her up all night long.