All unhappy Goth chicks are all alike; happy

All unhappy Goth chicks are all alike; happy Goth chicks are happy in their own way.

My thing however is you can wear all the black you want BUT if your fat you should at least be nice or have a marketable skill like juggling or possibly welding. She was neither

the only cure." Cure for what? I thought to myself. The common cold? Shingles? PinkEye? My GOD, someone answer this! Since 'blondie' was only paying attention to the hot guys, I

thwacked her across the head with a frying pan and stuffed her in the trunk of my car, then drove off to Taco Time to get myself some tasty chips and salsa. What happened next is

the subject of some controversy. Some say that she managed to extricate herself from the trunk while I was in Taco Time and retrained as a Mongolian Wok Chef. Others say that she

orchestrated the entire caper, manipulating me from the start to ruin my life. Either way, when I spotted her two weeks later stirfrying sprouts at Wok-Me-Gently, I was shocked at

her cruelty despite my experience. The sprouts had been fooled with the usual ruse. "Want to take part in my cooking show?" Hans put on spandex Lederhosen & I got the oven mitts

for the Hamburg Helper ja! The cooking show was real, but the nature of the audience participation was the ruse. "Look under your chairs," said Hans. "The burners should be heating

up today's meal." Suddenly a person in the audience screamed. "This isn't hamburger helper!! It's human meat!" She picked up the big toe she found in her burner. [To be continued]