After a hard days work Dorris Smuntling 80,

After a hard days work Dorris Smuntling 80, sat down to a nice session of Countdown and Deal or No Deal whilst eating her nice warm oaty porridge. But suddenly the TV cut out......

and the lights started to flickered and the radio was tuning in and out and then....

that is when he felt the warmth of his breathe against her neck and the chill of the blade at her throat. Her beating heart pounding she took her

eyes off the prize, and he zipped up and was on his way. "Worst convention, ever", she thought as she hailed a taxi, which turned out to be Snuffleupagus after a weekend bender

So she got in or maybe more accurately on and he shambled off without listening to her directions. After a while his snuffle began to wonder. It turned out to have a prehensile

credit line, it was from the Second Dark Ages when Mastercard and Visa took over the birthing industry and started giving fetuses credit applications, it was part of their

"Get Them In before They Get Them Out" policy. The debtors' prisons were reopened as preschools. Child labor was in full swing. Then the revolution broke. Youngsters blockaded

e oafish antics of the Groucho-fan taxed Obama's patience until the latter had his face in his hands, weeping from Karl's spoofs. Apophis smiled liked a Starfox asteroid, hurtling

through the Lylat System heading for Team Starfox. Luckily the Groucho-fan ran out of jokes and Obama was finally able to banish him to the land of silence, now he had been joked.