With a grin on his face, Crazy Tim sits.

With a grin on his face, Crazy Tim sits. He comes without a trace and leaves just the same. Where does he go? Who knows, perhaps he will take a trip to

the canyon to spy on the fishermen. Crazy Tim really isn't crazy. He is a lonely old man. A tired lonely man. He has never seen a day where

he didn't see skid marks-well, u know where-,or a day he didn't have to take a bath and chose to. If only he could put two of his negs together(not the kind Mystery talks about) he

was gross. So gross. He had a hot mom. A handsome dad. People liked to actually look at them. But then they had him. Super gross disgusting boy who loved find the greasiest

girl and the greasiest burger and fries. He would eat with his dirty hands and look at his girl with a satisfied grin, chin dripping with grease and ketchup. His attractive sis

ter would grin devilishly as innocent young boys pass, her voluptuous figure quivering, enticing, waiting for a poor boy to take the bait. A young brown haired, blue eyed

, one eyed, one horned, flying purple peoeple eater might take the bait. Then they could study it as they awaited E.T. to come to the rescue. He was the real prey.

The E.T. they were after was foghorn-headed gentle vegetarian with a glowing finger who'd never seek the company of a purple people eater. The E.T. they attracted ate such monsters

but did so gently and with manners your grandmother would be proud of. E.T. consumed purple people eaters as a service to all of humanity and for this reason, the Queen dubbed him