Lulu believed in second chances. Unfortunately,

Lulu believed in second chances. Unfortunately, she was on her fifth.

But the 3rd time!? It was a defenseless afternoon involving a crackpot hag belching her name. "LłłŁlOooooooo LLllłłooooooo, you will dieeeee." But lulu survived that 1 of 5 death

postures of yoga death. You see, there was Lulu Lemon and there was Lulu Demon. They were cosmic yoga-wear anti-forces that raged eternally against each other in a battle of

angry sun salutations and violent downward dogs. A 3rd adversary, Lulu Backgammon, appeared. "Let's end this", she said, donning a motorbike helmet. In a few short thrusts, Harlem

McBoo was spiralling in irregular intervals. Lulu threw her head back and leapt with the dogs. Arms, legs, paws, nails and dew claws merged in an animated cloud. Harlem McBoo laug

she was good at getting the guy to end the date early. During the theater intermission, she aggressively picked her nose. When she wiped it on the seat in front of her, her date

did something completely unexpected. He reached over & scraped her booger off the back of the seat, then ate it. "Tastes like chicken," her date said, grinning, & grabbed her hand.

"Give that back!" She reached for her prosthetic hand, but by this time, her erstwhile "gentleman caller" was wearing her plastic right hand on his head, smiling as if he was ste

adily morphing into a huge plastic robot. 'The quantum powers can truly be unlocked,' he said.' you see the world will open up for you, like a banana that is evolviing into somethi