Her name was Donna, and because of that they

totally hidden by their stupid band name. Nick the drummer had decided to call it Bella Donna, he died of penile cancer a month later. Donna Summer decided to strike out on

her first at-bat during the band's annual sloshball tourney, but as luck would have it, she accidentally hit a sharp grounder to Nick's replacement, Seamus O'Flufanutt. Seamus had

only perfected a move called the bunt, which at the time had been declared temporarily illegal in Canadian-rules sloshball. Seamus was in the outfield wondering what a slosh was,

when a big wet slosh hit him in the head. Seamus awoke with all the other sloshball players standing around him and his face covered in a thick blue sticky goo. His coach

wiped the goo from Seamus' eyes & helped him up."Human beings suffer, they torture one another.They get hurt & get hard. No poem or play or song can fully right a wrong." Seamus sa

ng with a voice drenched in blues and rail drink. One by one, the torturers of the world turned their TVs on. Here was Seamus, tugging their heartstrings as a quarterer tugs limbs

The studios of the Fear Channel and the I Hate Trump Network. Rachel Ray was cooking rabbit stew with root vegetablex next door and took another swig of kombucha to avoid puking.

Having sussed that was the situation I immediately started Operation Make It Up As Usual, OMIUAU for short. First thing first was my motto, so I always got the motto part out of th

e way while I warmed up the audience for the extravagant spectacle to come. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we regret to say that we must clear the theater to prepare for the next show."