"I beleive its time to go Eric" Jason whispered

"I beleive its time to go Eric" Jason whispered "I've overstayed my welcome." Looking back at the crowd of angry brawlers Jason slowly moved towards the door when Eric walked up to

listen in on their conversation. The brawlers didn't seem amused. Jason went Eric, which confused them, as Eric was still going Eric all over himself. This clearly would not

do. My mother had told me, "All men are idiots, and I married their king." Luckily she wasn't talking about Papa Eric because my real dad was a Marxist Banker in

Groitwich, the only non-decommission German concentration camp. "PSLYKICKS AND GRRGYLES" Mom was belching. "DORK-SIDED PERSONS!" I knew where to take her on holiday now.

To Finland,Finland,Finland The country where I want to be. Pony trekking or camping or just watching TV! Yes, Mom was pining for the Fjords, so I booked a berth on a containership

for two. They misconstrued our reservation and placed mom and me as freight. At least it gave us time to brush up on Finnish and we could knock on the wall to get food. Our ship

bobbed and floated along the waves of the calm sea. We heard the screams from the ship hands but, as we were ensconced in the freight area, there was nothing we could do. We later

learned that the ship hands were not screaming because anything was particularly wrong, but because Cook was serving kielbasa & saurkraut...again! And here we thought some disaster

was happening. Cook sailed on and discovered Hawaii! The Hawaiians didn't realise that being there 1st didn't count. Cook leapt off his ship confidently. "What's for dinner