Last week, I got a invite to a birthday party,

Last week, I got a invite to a birthday party, from a weightless talking dolphin who likes to collect space rubble.

I went in search of some interesting space rubble to take as a gift. During my search I found a lovely piece of aquamarine porous pebbles that looked

the kick-turn off her retina that caused her terminal short-sightedness. After that, she became inexplicably disenchanted with my long-term video game / chip eating plan that would

engulf lower Manhattan. That's why she left me. I didn't care...at first. But then the ferns died. Trying to find another girlfriend when you're single is really hard because

you have to talk to them and I'm naturally taciturn and morose. I needed to learn effortless effluence and incontinence of speech to nab a new girlfriend so I signed up for a cours

e in bar tending. I felt that after a few stiff ones at the rail, II could talk to any girl. But all they taught us is how to make cocktails with colored water. What gives?

"Cocktails with colored water?" scoffed the wine connoisseur, "I'm not impressed at all."

Mr. Jones from Zufdhhfyokji had such cocktails all his life. He didn't care if they were toxic. After food dyes were banned, how to colour the water? They used paint! Mr. Smith

only drank diet Dr. Pepper, ever since that fateful autumn day last year. But well that's an entirely different story altogether...