It was a fateful meeting on the night of

It was a fateful meeting on the night of December 18th, 1949. Ralph Johnson knew that it was only a matter of time before the events of earlier year would come back to haunt him.

Then the coach screamed wind sprints! And Ralph collapsed and starting crying on the coach's shoulder. He caressed the coach's ribs and said

"I dare you to dare me to take a shower with Tommy" looking up with a shy expectance into the coach's menacing brow. Ralph knew Tommy

ing eagerly at the showers, lufa and body wash in hand, when Ralph arrived. "So you ready?" He had a big grin on his face. "You want to wash my back or my front, sugar?"

Ralph thinks because I'm made of candy that those nicknames are cute. "Let's wash your back first, meat-face" I told him. Being a sentient chocolate rabbit sucks, but I can't melt.

Grandpa slowly raised the gun to his temple "YOU THINK I WON'T DO IT? HUH?" Timmy was confused. All he had done was take a couple cookies from the jar.

Now his normally cheerful Gramps wanted to skip the last few bus stops & take the express to the end of the line. Then Timmy remembered. His brother Rex had put the bad trip cookie

right in Gramps' bag, and Timmy knew that Rex would never had done that out of any good intention. As Gramps entered the train, the cookie began to vibrate and beep, and suddenly

susan reruns came up on the closed-circuit system onboard. Gramps, Timmy, and Rex's attention had been momentarily deterred by Brooke Shields and the cookie finally just...died.