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Tonight seems weird. I got home and

  • Tonight seems weird. I got home and
  • all of my furniture was glued to the ceiling. My German Shepard was sitting patiently in the middle of the floor wagging her tail in greeting. I put down my grocery bags. "Sheila?
  • "Sheila E. is that you?" Behind my stupid dog was the 80's music sensation, Shiela E. She HAD been my best friend.
  • ..& whoa, she looked rough. There was no evidence of the glamorous life she once lived & sang about. Sheila E.'s bloodshot eyes met mine. "Got any?" she rasped. My dog sniffed her
  • crotch then whined & looked at me with sad, sad dog eyes. "Got any what, Sheila E.?" I said. She muttered awhile as if annoyed with something deep in her threadbare tote bag.
  • Clifford the Big Red Dog emerged from the threadbare tote bag and killed me with a succulent chomp. He then confronted Godzilla deep within New York City and emerged victorious.
  • He stood proudly on the Statue Of Liberty exhaling the new found fame surrounding him and his personality. From then on he used his new fame to his advantage and
  • got free taquitos from any seven eleven whenever he wanted. He would walk in, flash his pearly whites, and walk out with enough Monterey Jack taquitos to feed a small bison.
  • The bison's name was Frank and he kept him in a basement with the hope that one day he would be big enough to set free on the high plains. There he could live out his fantasy of
  • demanding treats from the tiny townspeople. He would be worshipped and adored and no-one could do a thing to stop him. Frank would save the rest of his kind from slavery forever!

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