The awards hung on the wall like insects

The awards hung on the wall like insects pinned in a killing jar. The fluorescent lights gave his skin the sallow tone of a smoker's teeth, and it was obvious to all but him that

he was over, a wash-up, as has-been. Still, he did his best to impress the ladies, inadvertedly spitting on the ladies when he asked them if they "wished to sample some sushi." Ick

le knew the gelatinous pyramids of Stapledon's Mars would be willing to persuade the unwilling ladies, but those days were gone and the pyramids were few. The Prophet of Earth

advised the Unwilling Ladies to build a sphere rather than a pyramid. Sphere's were the latest fashion but the ladies were unwilling unless a gelatinous sphere could be

made out of a number of pyramids, stacked cleverly in a circle, apex to apex to apex...Was such a thing possible? Unwilling by name, but surprisingly willing by nature, the Ladies

With Firmly Crossed Legs came in giggling after a night out. One tripped, crashed into the rest & they all fell onto the neatly arranged structure. Pyramids everywhere! The Ladies

Room was occupied by a mother who had to change her son's Bling. This mother had drenched her only child in buckets of Bling and needed to switch from gold to

regular crap to wear because with the mention of over-blingin' it became obvious that the child in question was none other than Bieber. This only meant that

savage hurlings of water bottles would suffice to get him to /go away/. When teeners hold up cell phones at concerts, they all say "Go Home Bieber". I ask teeners if they like him,

but they always stare back at me with eyes as plastic as those bottles. The teeners have doomed civilization. I believe this is the beginning of the end. No... I belieb it...