Kit flipped the knife into the air, catching

Kit flipped the knife into the air, catching it over and over again by the tape wrapped hilt. Her eyes were huge and begging and blue and large tears dripped onto her top

hat sitting in her lap. It hid 25 pounds of plastic explosives. She told everyone she was on her way to a school play and she was Lincoln. She'd scribbled a sharpie beard on her

face and during short instances of silence, her top hat full of explosives combined with her sharpie beard made me think of the Emancipation Proclamation. I was an actor, so I shot

a quick picture of the woman, and waved at the lady smiling, trying to throw her off. She looked at me oddly but dismissed me, and I turned and ran to the authorities. A terrorist!

I showed them my Junior G-man ID. I explained to the cop on the beat that she was a Mata-hari working for the Nazis. He said he was just a bus driver. (Must be undercover.)

I knew a better brother, who for all of his cheats was sublime when it came to reet pleats, but like a giraffe biting off more than he can chew, one more caraf meant he was through

. "Yeah, so?" threatened Linda. "I knew his mother and she was sublimer when it came to reet pleats and had no problems with biting of more than she could chew. Kind of like

I did when I married you!" He was strangely flattered at her references to reet pleats, so he brushed Linda's threatening tone aside. "Oh, posh!" he twittered, pushing her cart

on of milk over. Linda refused to cry over the spilt milk. Linda had ended her last marriage for less than this and was prepared to