A crocodile and a hippo walk into a bar.

A crocodile and a hippo walk into a bar. The croc says "I'll have a rum and coke, and make it snappy!" The hippo hates that stupid joke. Without thinking, he

says "You'll never make big money. You're a two-bit guy." This hit me hard. Not just on the surface... but in the soul. So as my eyes welled up with tears I said "Honey,

I want to buy you all the things you want, but I just can't. I have to support my family, which is my stocks. My Sister GE, my Daughter Coke, and my closet homosexual son Apple. He

is a pretty kid, though, you have to admit. So here's what we're going to do," she said. "Why don't *you* buy things from my family. My daughter's obviously the least pricey, so

why don't you kill her first?" Not going to fall for that, I jabbed my knife deeper into the skin on his neck and replied "Nice try? Now tell me where the party is at!"

"ok i give in, to get to it you must first cross the marsmellow marshes then hop skip and jump over lolly pop kanyon and ask the leprechaun for safe passage to, El pasa dante"

"That's ridiculous!" I shouted, "This isn't a fucking game of Candy Land, now where's my money?!" The Leprechaun didn't appreciate my tone, and soon we

found ourselves amidst the Leprechaun's forest, tall trees peppered with bits of gold, almost as if they were growing out of the bark of the tree. I decided it was high time to

steal the treasure on my own. Just then, his corps of leprechaun bodyguards burst in and hauled me away to face harsh leprechaun justice for my misdeeds. The gold remains, hidden.