No, I most definitely will not volunteer

No, I most definitely will not volunteer to be a brood mare for one of your insane

rodeos said the mare to Parker. The last time that stallion "highrider" with the fetid ryegrass breath kept trying to come on to me Sorry, the only stallion for me is

is the Italian Stallion. Sure he's curdly and cheesey around the edges but he was a stud when studs where studs. He was Cobra. He was a cop with a toothpick and a

jaw you could configure a plumb line to, if for instance you were trying to build that new basement addition to your ramshackle cardboard house. His bulging eyes were irresistable

and on fire. Oh no! I guided him to the chem lab's eyewash station just in time. Phew. I didn't want him to go blind before he noticed my highlights.

I knew he was a fan of that magazine. "I just love finding the hidden objects!" he said, getting the last of the acid out of his corneas. We went through the highlights for hours,

Everything seemed eerie in that waiting room and, just as he was thinking this he heard a bang, coming from the closet., where the skeleton was kept.

Cautiously he opened the closet door, only to discover his worst fears had come true: the skeleton had exploded. He knew the surgeon who owned it would be furious, and liable to

sue me for the full recovery cost. Then I notice the empty nitroglycerin pill bottle at the foot of the skeleton's stand! The fool had taken them all. No wonder he exploded! Boom!