It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. But Sylvia's job was on the line. And Walmart's Fashion Week Pavillion wasn't exactly

cracking the code of fashion legend. Sylvia was jamming Project Runway against Kathy Lee's fall collection for the sub $20 pant suit set. Taking it up a notch, she throat-kicked Sh

ia Labeouf and he skidded across the runway. A runway model stepped on his thumb meat with 9 inch heels and punctured it. Caught, she tripped (too much coke + kettle1), her mirror

formed into a giant pizza vortex, which swallowed the whole town. It was now up to Roddy to

to find the holy hand granade before it was too late. If he failed then his dream of becoming a

great hero was just another open sore into which his mother would poke her thumb. "Timmy, you'll never amount to a pile of warm shit," she'd say. It's no wonder he set out on

his self destructive path of Dado Masochist making irregular ogive's on all his treasured furniture designs. His furniture looked like it had been made by a child using the best

equipment available. It was magnificent furniture that he had designed. His work was subsequently featured in Good Housekeeping, Better Housekeeping, and Best Housekeeping.

Sadly, his hide-a-bed collapsed in the middle of the night. Multiple customers sued for the entombment and claustrophobic distress. He was lost with a settee and no name.