A wicked troll named Gladdy parked his minivan

A wicked troll named Gladdy parked his minivan in a no go tow zone. He had a good excuse. He needed to clear his name so everyone would think better of him. When asked he said "

Hi! I'm Gladdy & I need to clear my name so that you will think better of me!" & stretched his mossy lips into a smile. The cop didn't buy it. "Move your van NOW, wicked troll." Gl

JOE! And knowing is half the battle!" The Cop scowled and said, "Turn your dvd player off, I'm trying to give you a ticket." Gladdy said, "Actually, it's Netflix. I have a streamin

g account I don't live in the Dark Ages, mate." That was it--The Cop had Gladdy out the car and cuffed before she could hit pause on her House of Cards-athon. She was charged with

obscure references to mainstream dilemmas, a 33rd degree felony under the revised code of Hammurabi. She was also positively charged and degaussed by a Navy contractor. Gladdy was

unhappy with the navy seaman's photoshopping techniques, but she was too pissy to share any of her extensive knowledge. If only she could cut and paste herself out, she'd escape

this world of memes, a world that seemed to her to be more real than the actual world. So methodically she began to edit herself out of every image online, and claim that these

Kermits on unicycles, elongated cats and amazed Shibu Inu dogs were ultimately the reincarnation of the pure essence of her soul only waiting for the world beyond. Surfing online s

at the crowd of lost souls dressed in animal costumes seeking meaning in an empty shell that comprises of a convention building.