I'd been working on the equation for days

I'd been working on the equation for days and my head was spinning. I needed sleep. "You load sixteen tons and what do you get"? Trying to recreate history from the fragments of

foks songs and see how far you get. Tennesee Ernie Ford might have been a worksmith, and a fair yodeler, but coul he

compete on a world stage with some of the best yodelers on a world stage? The Swiss, with all of their collegial charms, were vicious yodelers, adding extra "la's" in "yolala" as

their voices swelled and echoed in the acoustically perfect auditorium. He could feel the sweat on his palms as it got closer to his turn to audition for the only available

gig that fitted to his talent: singing ta-ta-koelie-ta-ta in the voice of Kermit the frog. He he needed this gig. He needed the money.

Sure he had a face for radio but he was determined to get the antidote that his mother so desperately needed! Ya see, when his mom was on a cruise, the ship sank and they ended up

on an island known only to the aleins who settled there. they were hostile, and injected an alein diease into her mother. they attacked every chance they got. but one day when

green team. See, she didnt know that Brett was now a Viking. Her plan to exchange cellphone photos, her wink for his winky, was not to be. Still, the uniform was nice, and they

both believed that the purple of his new uniform coordinated well with the purple of his winky. After their "congress," she said, "Do me a Favre-r. Retire. 'cause you need to."