The fluffy cat trotted through the yard with

The fluffy cat trotted through the yard with a fat, juicy dove in her smiling mouth. She ran past the window of her house where her family sat eating dinner. Their jaws dropped.

The family could not believe it. She ran inside and dropped it on the kitchen table. "Bad cat!" The mother exclaimed.

Which it clearly had. The lion ripped through the woman's flesh and reduced her to shreds. The other women shrieked shriekish shrieks. Geraldine called the police.

Unfortunately, the baboons had already gotten to the police station and Geraldine's call went unanswered. "When the going gets tough," she muttered

And if it gets rough, it's time to get rough But now I'm falling And if it gets rough it's time to get rough. But now I'm falling into the fire feeling higher than the truth

time to get rough. rough with the Truth. Straighten it out, The Truth. Make the Truth your bitch. NOW YOU'RE GETTING TOUGH! WHAM TRUTH YOU GOT SERVED. So now your Truth is TRUTH.

The election is creeping up on you so wake up and smell the coffee. Tempus fugit! Go get your bullhorn and get on your soapbox now. And don't forget to bring some extra tea bags

or else you're tea's gonna be too watery and kinda gross, so don't forget those." "Gosh, dad. I'm going to college. Not Africa. They'll have tea there." "You can never be too sure!

" Well, I hate to admit it, but Dad was right. The night I checked into my dorm was the night of the Boston Tea Party and no-one had tea for quite some time after that. Except me.