The pen snapped in my hand and the ink spilled

The pen snapped in my hand and the ink spilled everywhere. "What have you done?" cried the teacher, as the room began to fill with the black ink. There was only one thing for it:

soak it up with flour and make 'squid' ink pasta to sell at the farmer's market. The pupils grew rich on the proceeds but keeping the deception going meant the magic pen had to be

shaped like a squid and soaked in seawater several times a day, and some customers were super suspicious of those quotations marks surrounding 'squid' ink pasta.

One such suspicious customer was Stan Kowalski but not that Stan Kowalski. this was a completely different character. Anyway, Stan looked at the website again & the quotation marks

shook him to the core. "Stella....!" Stan hollered to no-one in particular, "Why can't people use proper quotation marks?!" but no answer came from the dingy alleyway outside his

proctologist's office. Suddenly...the REAR door opened and Blanche stepped out...her rear end in a sling. She saw Stan in his sweaty wife beater t-shirt, and said, "Quotation mark

" Stan appeared confused... Blanche couldn't possibly be referring to his...

The puppy greeted her in German. Blanche knew German and they spoke all afternoon over dog biscuits and mocha cappuccino. The puppy had a name, Steppenwolf. He liked Hesse.

But, did not like the guy dressed in the ass less ss uniform and the chuck taylors.