"My bestfriend's boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend,

"My bestfriend's boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, raped me." I had to say it. Wow, it felt amazing to let it out. The group looked at me understandingly. The group therapist turned to

me and nodded. "That's very brave of you to say, Clarence. Would you like to talk about it further? Or does anyone else in the group have something to say?" I was about to continue

when Eberhardt timidly raised his hand. Delighted that he had finally been coaxed out of his shell by Clarence's confession I was about to call on him when

suddenly a flaming basketball shattered the window. Everyone scattered to get away from the ball out of an entirely rational fear of death by incineration. Unfortunately,

they all died anyway. The end.

..in no way justified the means. Those otters didn't need you to crossbow everyone in the cul-de-sac, did they?

One would think otters where Nature's jesters.Little did anyone know that all their dens led to an elaborate underground tunnel network. They're up to something,

something we otter know about. Personally, I think they are constructing the Keystone pipeline without the consent of Congress, but that's neither here nor there. Their dens were

populated with Dick Cheney's staff and Bush Jr.'s staffs' staff. Underground and living with the bears allowed the neocons to dig their way to

a rut, and there they stayed, cowering in huddled balls and watching the shadows emitted through the entrance. The subliminal proselytizing machinations continued indefinitely.