I had a dream that I was covering in whip

I had a dream that I was covering in whip cream and Pamela Anderson was there ready to lick it off, but before she could her tongue transformed into a

rabid goat, who proceded to mock my manhood and social life. Then Pamela's boobs exploded and covered my face in soya milk, which was quite weird. Then I woke up. What a freaky

social commentary, I thought. Corporations were milking my adolescent insecurities! I went online to search for security-enhancers: "Let's see... ADT, Norton, Life Alert, and

Mighty Putty. My outrage turned to comatose consumption.

saw that the entire lower half of my body had been spliced onto a lynx-point Siamese cat. This was going to make life very difficult for the both of us, & I knew Sharper Image was

the only sweatshop that would hire a creature like me. I was paid in the lower half of pennies spliced onto balls of yarn. The break room was filled with bodies.

The morgue was running low on storage space. We'd tried everything to control the influx of bodies. I suggested to my line manager that we get some large glass jars which

were on sale at Walmart . We could use them to house organs like the heart and throw away the rest of the body. The families wouldn't know because who checked to see if the body

was still alive. Nobody seems to care about family these days. Not even Walmart really are they all about the profit now organ farming and sales one stop shop