The smurf movie animation was missing something.

The smurf movie animation was missing something. It lacked some serious kind of smurf ne sais quoi. Troubling. Disturbing.

Gargamel was completely unconvincing and Papa Smurf seemed to have some sort of skin disease. My animation career was in jeopardy, but ever since I took that arrow to the temporal

left turn at Albuquerque I'd been stuck in the 80s, animating a Spanish-language rip-off of the Smurfs called "Los Esmurfis". It had the same characters as the real cartoon but

I'd love to ditch this late night theatre with their "theme" performances. The only patrons scattered throughout the nearly empty theatre were

pregnant-by-carrots men, finishing up their meals slowly, hoping to savor the last few minutes before the legume performance theatre closed.

The pigeon peas, canary beans, garbanzo beans, masoor dal, chana dal, urad dal, black beans and the rest stood watching with a huge sigh of relief. It was midnight and bedtime for

this Folder. She was going to bed hungry for transmigrating souls. Someone squared plus somebody squared equals the hypotenuse of our deep feelings for transgression and a cup of

sugar, a Tbsp of clarified butter and the hair of the three Stooges (including Curly's leg hair) baked in a 400 degree oven for forty-four minutes will create a thrilling dessert.

A nice compliment to this dessert would be nice hair syrup. Just drizzle some over your baked dessert and your taste buds will be in for the ride of their lives.