Have you heard?! The restructured meat product

Have you heard?! The restructured meat product sandwich is back! It's back! I'm going to stop on my way home and get three. Two to eat right away and one to put in the fridge for

a superb meat face mask I shall prepare and wear later tonight whilst meditating to David Bowie's Starman. The trick is to cross your legs into a

-n upside cross and invoke the evil spirit of the Anti-Bowie. There I was, thigh-tied and a popping noise and the Anti-Bowie appeared. He wore a flaming

jersey leotard to cover the Anti-Bowie, which was his prized Bowie package, that bounced everywhere. His diamond testicles glistened in the brightness of the moon. He looked up and

shimmied around, just so his testies would be all shiny in the moonlight. The jersey leotard must have gotten caught while he was skipping around in the garden, bc next thing he

heard was his leotard rip. At first he was devastated, but as he looked at his testicles shimmering in the moon light, he realized that his ripped leopard now had a rockin 80s feel

but unlike the 80s when his balls had not dropped, he now was ready to put them to use, and the ripped leotard allowed his junk to be easily accessed for everyone to use it to

stab sith sporks, if they were so inclined. And hoooo-wheeee, were they inclined! He stood there bravely, allowing the spork torture, knowing full well he deserved it. His balls

bounced and his levers swung every which way, each time his buttons were pushed. Someone once shoved him to the side; then someone else yelled, "Stop tilting the pinball machine!"

Pinball machine's rage grew and grew with each push and shudder, until the heat from his rage melted together all the cogs and gears inside him, and he angrily melted to the floor.