He walked into the room like someone who

He walked into the room like someone who had done that kind of thing before.

This was of course, a fatal mistake. Having had no prior experience with extreme varsity knitting, he found himself suddenly caught in a crossfire of razor sharp needles and

plush doorstops.Knitting needles in hand, he hunkered down behind a stack of Christmas doilies and got to work on his newest opus. Crazed grandmothers wrapped in hand-knit

biking shorts danced like sugar plums in his head. He drank 15 5 hour energy drinks. He was knitting so fast smoke curled from the needles and

called Creole Dave from the Voodoo Shop two doors down, to come shoo the bad juju from the area, starting with guy maniacally knitting across the street.Dave brought a tooloolou

voodoo doll out & began to unravel its sweater.The guy hesitated,counted his stitches,consulted his pattern & swore. He packed his bags & returned to Banff. Creole Dave's voodoo

had once again kept the secrets of the bayou away from nosy Canucks. They would always show up and politely ask for his witch doctor secrets. Dave put a whammy on hockey.

That was witchdoctor code for adding the lime to the coconut, a standard remedy in cases of hyenas, frosts, and nosebleeds. Dave was no amateur but the sorry mess on his porch made

the hyenas placid for miles around, which was lucky for the hyena-lion accords. The hyenas agreed to stop laughing at the lions' bad manecuts. Peace on spaghetti serengetti.