"Wow! This sandwich is incredible!" Stan's

"Wow! This sandwich is incredible!" Stan's eyes twinkled in delight as he took another huge bite. "What's in it?" The waitress pretended not to hear him and tried to look busy.

The mop and busin' tubs had been ground up for the sandwiches, so looking busy was hard. She gazed at the tip ja... hey, the tip jar was gone too! That was that. "Stan, don't eat

the yellow snow!" Shouted his wife Helen. His wife rangled his nerves, with her red hair, mumu's and flower arranging. Mr. Roper preferred those girls upstairs.

on the forehead."Just wait" giggled Mr Roper. As Helen walked away, he snuck back in2 the room where he was growing the olive plants.This is going 2 be the best virgin olive oil

that he had ever slathered all over his glorious naked body before slipping into his Easter Bunny costume for the next Furries Convention. The only problem was that the olive oil

can trap dirt, other oils and bacteria and cause comedones or acne pimples. So once the Furries Convention was over my skin looked worse than Sloth's face from the Goonies.

The only thing to do was figure out how to rob a Proactiv dealer -- it was too expensive to purchase and it was the only way to clear this up. This is where the real plotting

began. Using the zits on my face as a road map, I calculated it would take just under 37 minutes to reach the Proactiv dealer, rob him and return to work. I should have realized

that Proactiv is much easier to smuggle when it's in a container of sorts. Oh well, these pants didn't match my place of businesses' dress code, anyhoo. Bugger all.