Geoff couldn't speak French. Not a single

Geoff couldn't speak French. Not a single word. He regretted not learning it now, what with the angry French cannibals surrounding him, and he without a battle-axe! Thinking quick,

he doused himself in the richest of lagers, Der Unfuger Von Spriegl, and stood on a tree stump. The French cannibals getting closer, Geoff snarled like a spotted house cat, warding

them off with a piece of chewing gum he had cleverly attached at the end of a stick. But like all good things, this quickly came to an end as the cannibals realized that

the chewing gum was eatable. The cannibals started attacking the end of the stick with their teeth, attempting to nibble a some of the chewing gum. When I saw this, I quickly

began speedbagging testicles like I was filming scenes for a training montage. Rocking jock after jock, I left cannibal after cannibal curled around their pulverized plum crumbles

oozing like like a retarded kids nose. I felt my swollen ankle, nothing broken. Then a roar exploded across the firelit night. Spinning around I saw the Witch Doctor with filed tee

shirt flying on his broom, "Wait!" I cried, "Help me!" I begged him. The Witch Doctor crash landed on the ankle, which definitely was broken now. And said "what is your need?"

"i want to walk again!", I said as if shouting to a revival audience, which although out of place, seem to please him greatly. What i really wanted was a sandwich, so I

went to the Subway counter. "The Lord your God shalt provide me with manna as I wander through the desert." The guy looked at me, "Do you want that toasted?"

I said, 'The Lord is my Shepherd, He leads me besides the still waters. Have you seen John Shepherd? He wore a robe and held a crook . No, not toasted but I'd like fries with that.