Jutting out of the wall was another decomposing

Jutting out of the wall was another decomposing hand. "What have I gotten myself into." Thought Margie. Careful not to soil her dress. She picked it up by the hems and continued wa

lking behind the guide at Highgate Cemetery. "Umm.. excuse me," said Margie, "I've noticed a lot of half buried bodies." "Yes," she replied, "locals sneak over the wall & bury thei

r uneaten barbecue. It's really rude. The could offer us some." Margie gripped her clipboard and began checking boxes and jotting notes. The Regional Admin would no doubt be

receiving several strongly worded comment cards in the office dropbox on Monday. Very strongly worded. Stern even. The phrases 'barbecue abandonment', 'improper disposal', and 'hun

ker for some kielbasa" are code words for a depraved kind of man relation that cannot be addressed in certain contexts. But this was the office. The suggestions in the drop box

were so very suggestive that even he blushed. Still, he had to address them, as his job required. Memos were sent out with subject lines such as "Kielbasa is for eating" and

a home therapeutic medical service catering to men who require enemas to achieve climax; he knew he needed to respond immediately. He yanked his cell phone out and punched in the

coordinates to the medical service center for the targeting app. Once entered, he entered in his PIN and Ok after the Warning dialog and then he clicked a big red LAUNCH button.

Rocket Man himself laughed out loud as his dreams of world domination were blown to smithereens in 30 seconds flat. Philip K. Dick had the last laugh, though. He predicted it.