In a pub located on the outskirts of a forgotten about ghetto.
Casey asks woman "hi, how are you?".
Woman answers "not so good, don't you remember me?".
Casey responds "nope".
Woman aggressively replies "we have slept together for crying out loud!".
Casey, now embarrassed says "oh yea, I remember, well was I good."
The woman laughs.
Casey misunderstands the laughs, and in his ignorance believes he was good.
Casey then asks "so why aren't you so good?".
Woman with a look of sarcasm quickly answers "if you were recently diagnosed with herpes, HIV, syphilis, and an STD that could only be described as a genital dismembering disease woul
PUDDING ON THE RITZ
BY: LANGSTON SHORESIDE 7/28/05
PULITZER PRIZE-WINNING REPORTER
Bedlam is in a state of chaos as approximately 40,000 gallons of government grade b pudding has flooded most of downtown, bringing the bustling metropolis to a standstill earlier this morning. Commissioner Seymour St. Chuckles of the Bedlam P.D. has no comments as to the cause of the catastrophe, illustrating once again the Commissioners incompetence at the position that the taxpayers of our fair city have entrusted him.
The tidal wave of butterscotch, chocolate, and tapioca that tore through the city this morning can only
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The Entrepreneurial Adventures of Salson Windsor
My daddy, and on some less than occasional instances his Bolivian paramour known to me only as Reba, would whip me to the point of tears. Seconds later, in a confusing and bizarre change of demeanor, they would reward my unprovoked beating with a short stack of homemade flapjacks and a half-hour escape into the world of Mr. Drummond, Willis, and the rest of the crew from Diffrent Strokes. Those were the very excellent years.
The not so excellent years, however, were filled with loving embraces from the aforementioned duo, along with an overabundance of natura
THE EVOLUTION OF A MONKEE
BY: ETHEL MAGNUS PETERSON 5/14/05
STAFF BOOK CRITIC
This coming month, a bright new light will be shed on the mysterious whereabouts and life of ex-Monkee Peter Tork. Torks life took a radical turn during a 1992 championship-curling match, when his arm was severed from the scapula down while lunging the rock. His grip inexplicably failed to release the rock, taking the arm with it. His glory-bound teammates battled through tears, stopping at nothin