"Katmandu! Australia! Fermentation and defenestrations!

"Katmandu! Australia! Fermentation and defenestrations! There are only a few things that these words share in common and if you can guess what they are I won't

play your stupid game! Tribec knew right then his idea for Jeopardy, Live! was a bad idea. "I'm going to start asking YOU questions...er, answers Alex!" Tribec smiled and pu

t on Trebek's game face "This blonde, gray mare has the 'cutey mark' of bubbles & a trademark uneven stare to draw eagle-eyed loyal viewers." I buzzed in. "Who is best pony?" Ding!

To encourage the grey mare, as best as he could, Trebek knew better. One never looks a gift horse in the mouth.

Mr. Ed taught me that as a kid. It was time for double jeopardy, again. The tellie turned on by itself on the correct channel. Amazing! The grey mare calmed down instantly. The

although a tingler crawled up my arm, I stayed seated. Let someone else take the shot, I knew. But by that age I had implants from Samarkand and "a few flowers and all the stars

in the universe won't cry upon songs of the ladybird rising." Samarkand not only gave me implants, but He was also a prophet. Some people didn't think his prophecies made sense, bu

t I always thought that prophecies on spaghetti were prophecies to listen to. Samarkand, the giver of implants, was a very good prophet of spaghetti. He lived by the pasta code and

got sauced every night. Coincidentally, I married his daughter Semolina two years later in Italy under the Tuscan sun. No one saw that one coming.