A million galaxies burst in his mind as he

A million galaxies burst in his mind as he pondered the endless possibilities that lay before him . What to do he thought. Then it hit him.

Right at the back of the head, his mom. "Quit cha daydrimmin and getcha school." His thoughts of dimensional string theory went with the cocoa puffs.

God! His mother just didn't understand his science project. What did she know anyway, with her bumped up hair and stinky breath. He headed off to school, his mind reeling with

stink. Her mouth was like a backed up toilet. It was humid and foul. Even while he delivered his sermon, all he could think of was how disgusting her breath was. The Bible passage

was interrupted when the building caught fire. The pyromaniacs were super excited about the hot and windy day. Flames licked the walls of the church but the smell was more choking

Mother Teresa sat there and smiled at my six cats. Finn and Willow were fascinated with her computer and typed their own messages, demanding their own email, sharing a Kitty mac.

Mother Teresa, while rolling Willows tail around her fingers, turned to me & said, "So sad that there isn't a Persian. They are my favorite cat. They taste divine broiled in ferret

droppings with a side of parakeet beaks on a bed of steamed dog lips." I turned to her and said, "Wait a minute. You're not Mother Teresa! You're that Sick Gourmet guy!" She tore

off her habit exposing a wild-eyed hairy-chested gourmand with puckered lips like the back of a Shitzu or someone who sucked an umeboshi & said "Actually just my cooking's divine!"