A horrible buzzing noise punctuated the morning

A horrible buzzing noise punctuated the morning routine of ripping through the flesh of her latest kill. A mosquito had caught the scent. The female Tyrannosaurus slowly rose and
dislodged the mosquito. It landed on a blob of pine resin and struggled uselessly. A million years later, that mosquito, encased in amber, rested in a pendant in the cleavage of
a plumber's rear end for it had popped loose from it's chain and landed there while Sally Titmouse leaned over him to see if he could fix the sink. The ant frozen in the amber
was now nestled in the Plumber's "helper". Sally Titmouse composed a haiku to commemorate the moment. "fresh peachy cheeks, sandwiched in my sink, feel my ancient sting". With that
Se played that "Desert Rose." And Ancient Sting came out on a Segway and lip-synced is way to another cool million. He wanted to buy stock in Lulu Lemon. Young Sting was
fed up with Ancient Sting's money making antics. He wanted to sing Roxanne instead. And so Young Sting,
who studied so hard, became known as Professor Oak, and that explains the uncanny resemblance. Oak IS Sting, this is undeniable. Sting Oak sand music on the side between bouts of
radiation therapy and episodes of OCD, where i count to 10 over and over, each time in a separate language. The radiation was having little effect and Prof. Sting Oak worried
my new brain would never be complete. The more I counted to ten the darker the sky grew and eventually I stopped out of superstition, a malady I've never suffered before. Prof. Oak
had installed a lot of different fear controls in my current brain which kept me docile and unhappy for the remainder of my days, never to threaten the world again.

Started: 2011-04-29 21:04:07
Finished: 2012-06-29 03:09:34

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