It was 5.30 and though the sun was trying

It was 5.30 and though the sun was trying to break through the heavy bank of clouds Davison knew this would be the worst day of his life. The plane's engine roared as he

piloted. She left him and the babies He flicked on plane's PA System, "Folks, just a friendly note from your captain, life is hell, it's a maze of bummers and hangovers. I'm going

to regale you now with my version of Alanis Morrisette's 'Ironic' which sums up my life philosophy well." The pilot began to play his guitar over the PA system to the bewildered

flight crews. The pilot knew he had a captive audience & once auto-pilot kicked in, his Alanis folk medley could begin. The co-pilot quietly raised the oxygen levels & lit a match.

He did this to disguise the telltale odor which was quickly filling up the plane's cabin. Hoping no one would notice and be distracted from the ad-hoc Morrisette cover concert, he

tied turtle scrotum to the mainsail. Then he tasted the stew and decided it needed pepper. The stewards began reciting scripture and climbing the ropes of the naked

statue of Barack Obama, which towered above the ocean about a half mile. The stew was finally ready, so the cook had the vessel anchored and set places for dinner. Nobody came. Why

does nobody ever come? Of course, he knew the answer. His stew wasn't so much a stew in the regular sense - in some respects it more closely resembled molten steel - but he could

not resist it, hungry as he was. Then the author broke the fourth wall, and pointed directly at you, the reader. What will you do next? I suggest "ADD" there, on the right.