Two word story

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open

[Opsa]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace

[pieces o nine]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth,

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified

[Opsa]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels.

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it

[Opsa]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it soon became

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it soon became rather obvious

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it soon became obvious that

[Swatopluk]

OK, you had the same idea but you still overlooked my constribution

[Griffin NoName]

I'm not sure what a constribution is? Would it have been better if I had said it soon became a slimeball?

[Swatopluk]

Sorry, simple spelling error. I blame this §$%& notebookkeyboard.

[Opsa]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it soon became obvious that spell-check errors

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it soon became rather obvious that spell-check errors in congressional

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Fifty-Eight

After a brief bout of innumerist amnesia, Shecky the untrammeled chameleon caught on to the general theory of relativity and would never feel insignificant again provided that he kept up with his physics lessons. But in class he tended more towards sleeping with the intention of receiving wisdom overnight via asynchronous hydrotelepathic tape recordings he had made from amalgamated iron and which contained Emilio's life story. The biographer had spent hot nights and lefts (whatever that meant) sweating next to Muhammad Ali and Aisha Prendergast, doyenne and general factotum for colonel Goober, fourth regiment of asinery origin, while less immoral but diseased Vestal sluts sang hymns. Hymenaios, the Rear Gunner, also god of tissues, issues, and broken promises, rode in a blue hackney cab to Valhalla and beyond.

Somewhere in the bottom of his prized aquarium, Shecky absorbed shock absorbers through his enormous mouth embedded in his rather small gill. Choking on his tears, Shecky washed his nostrils with bourbon and mesitylene until it became necessary to dry the sinuses in his tangential tubes even though the cosecants presented challenges of no importance and led only to feelings and emotions of gigantic but underwhelming hair loss under the armpits. Dripping with condescension, Odin wiped Sleipnir's flanks with a Gucci scarf which had barely been off the steam-powered loom one minute after dinner and hung for crimes recognition week atrocities.

Nevertheless, few horses were acquisitioned by the quartermaster of SMS Walhalla during sea-faring excercises in Kansas City. But over tea and battered stones Emilio was open to bribery and petty corruption even when the rates were meager. Serious efforts were made to cleanse his reputation as less preposterous and more prosperous than a Gucci worker on Sundays. Alas, no amount of scrumpled newspaper drenched in petrol could impress the editors of purple press incoporated so easily as the editors themselves.

Shecky, unaware of Emilio's plans and machinations, untied his pet lemur from the Comore archipelago ivory railings bought cheaply on EBay, and it squatted upon a log of cheese roulade festooned with pignolias while it sang a schmaltzy funeral dirge. Everyone joined in, and soon some copyright lawyers were surprised to find that their pancreases burst open, releasing peace on Earth, and solidified magma jewels. But it soon became rather obvious that spell-check errors in congressional documents had