The rancid cupcake sat on the back of the

The rancid cupcake sat on the back of the pantry shelf. Lurlene had a sweet tooth something fierce.

You can pretty much guess what happened next. Chomp. Yuch! Retch. The somewhat unclear transposition of events occurred post Lurlene retch. The only witness

was a rather confuddled Graphic Design major, trying and now failing to eat her lunch. She grabbed up the rest of her food and hurried away from the scene, wishing

that her scene was a little longer. Acting was so much more interesting than Graphic Design; perhaps she should change her major? But if she did that, Bill would

leave her for another coed who was into Helvetica and Pantone colors. She approached Bill "Can you drop the T-square and tech pen and look at me? I want to be a star!"

Bill looked at her. "Well until you become a massive ball of hydrogen that's on fire, you won't be a star." She said, isn't there some kind of chemical that can turn my skin into h

ydrogen?" Bill stared at her for a moment in disbelief. She'd not only taken him seriously but literally. "No looks, no talent, AND no brains... Get outta here, kid." She pouted,

then pulled a Dan Wesson .357 magnum out of her blouse. "But you DO have taste! A Dan Wesson is much superior to a plain old Smith & Wesson." She smiled slowly, but

kept her hand on the trigger. I cursed myself for forgetting to 'Axe' myself and tried to think of more gun conversation. 'So errr... did you try those titanium bullets?' I mumbled