one day in the parking lot iwas walking ny

one day in the parking lot iwas walking ny and i saw this guy give me an awcarwerd eye then i

crossed to the other side. I still visit that concentration camp. Not the one I was in; that one was demolished. But the painful memories call me back, so I come here to remember.

I also come here to exact revenge. I am 87 years young. But I come back to this German village every year and kill. The camp guards had children? I will kill them. Being old means

Of course I had to lie about my age, it is not easy to pretend to be a five-year old when you are pushing 50. I had prepared "The Good Ship Lollipop" and wore my sparkly uniform.

For good measure and true authenticity I decided to have an 'accident' in my drawers. This did not go over well with the Master of Ceremonies who had me planned to give the Grand

Medal of Continence. I walked up in that waddly way you have when there's a lot going on in your shorts to receive the prize. "You will pay for this," the MC hissed. A 'plop' annou

nced its arrival on the MC's shiny black wingtips. All of the sudden, I got the shits-n-giggles right there in front of everyone! I grabbed my prize & waddled off, tooting & waving

my bottom in the air. The air purification unit was working overtime because of my tooting or the building was suffering from sick building syndrome. I was in no mood to

stifle my flatus any time soon, "better out than in", as my Grandad always said. Suddenly, the curtains were pulled back to reveal a confused looking group of medical students.