patababe sat in his room alone no one was

patababe sat in his room alone no one was home one can only imagine what he was thinking

He thought he was alone. Well he wasn't really thinking it, he just thought it without thinking it, like how you think about if you need to go to the bathroom. You don't really

think "Jee, I feel a giant log rumminating in my lower bowel, I better high tail it like a penguin to the bosses private commode and give birth to a canoe." Anyway, he wasn't alone

in there, as it happened. Labouring away on the boss's gold and rhinestone studded throne, he'd almost finished when he saw Angela, the boss's shriveled-up old mother in law, holdi

She saw it all and pondered it deep inside. Now that Angela had ascended the rhinestone throne & Tony was her vassal in all but name, Samantha packed her little suitcase & hitched

It to the old horse hooks. Unfortunately, the horses ran away and so did her suitcase. Samantha pondered how to fold this line without calling in Det. Manatee and the sea monkeys.

She called Professor Loomis instead. She explained her dilemma to Loomis who suggested she reconsider it as a statistical construct with Cantorian aspects concerning her Feynman

obsession. Obsession? Is that what this was? Professor Loomis glared at her, nodding in affirmation. It was at that moment, she decided to forget the whole damn thing. She slammed

the piano lid down on Professor Loomis' hands, crushing them like garlic cloves. "That should keep your wandering hands from further straying!" she screeched as she called 911.