She was already showing clear signs of madness.

She was already showing clear signs of madness. My therapist, the one who had decided to get rich while "helping" me began to devour her own consciousness... and It was I who

had to put her down. Poor thing didn't even know what hit her. Just a couple quick taps and she was gone. Now I had to figure out what to do with

6 dozen cans of silly string. It's not REALLY string, so I can't tie her body up as I'd planned. Maybe if I just pretended the Queen's corgi was alive, like in Weekend At Bernies?

I decided to test this by poking the dead corgi in the stomach. A bunch of its insides started spilling out of its mouth. "Ew," I said, poking the Queen's dead corgi again. Splurt.

Suddenly the Queen appeared, her crown askew. I tried stuffing the intestines back into her corgi , but got hopelessly tangled. "I sentence you to be drawn and quartered!" she yell

owed at the site of the footman. The court craned around and gasped. Queen Elizabeth's mouth jittered but not sound came. Finally I looked at the footman. Or should I say the stran

gler dressed up like a footman. Queen Elizabeth couldn't talk 'cause the strangler pulled her neck ruff so tight, her face turned royal blue. Realizing what was happening, I sprang

from the back row to the front row with my iPhone zoomed in on the action. It was awesome. The Queen somehow brought her heel up into the strangler's solar plexus and once he was

subdued,he became this pussy cat...the Queen's pussy cat.My iPhone escaped my fingers and fell within the Queen's reach and she bent over to get it and that was when