You Manhole!

No. ... And if anything, I'm right at the right place. And if it was fake, would anyone do it? On switching a bag on a loaded flight to the missing planes Baggage claim and loading it at an airport? No, huh? For the record, Jan27, 2013.

  How about a cartoon of a red haired female with a hair bun on. A nurse in white, kicking the White Spy's little ass, the message spilling down the page with a featured 'New Age' Mayan woman, mid thirtys. From dribbling down the page into the inspiration line, a blurb drops out, requesting a Aztec King. Spitty splatting in an interview, the words become tangible in the last remaining Jaws of Defeat and Death. This would all be sub-narrated in a corner of the third page with the Aztec King by a deep diving penguin that never walked off from getting a Casino Comp from a Raccoon with its head stuck in a manhole cover.

SINCE WHEN, Intermenzo

Coming across as being the Funny papers on Sunday; just as funny but with the news not the cartoons, to protect myself in retirement from a retaliation from my peers, that I still have to create productivity in a scenario against them those my superiors, even though the possibilities are essentially null for it to happen, only mine is news established regardless and I'm using it and my resources internally as fruitfully as if my compulsiveness would be the same as when established, from when my brother would keep me separated from he and his girlfriend, sleeping out at Catalina away from them, so they could have sex and distract me to the point that he would bait the hillside with food left out for the wild boars as I was sleeping onshore as a kid, I make my news articles as interesting as I can. And this is to send my nemesis, returning asking what song it was that you thought you could beat him on, that I sent him out on last time, this time I send him out again searching but no song to sing. For am I top Fail and forget again? Since when does it happen? The time that I make a soundin my workshop,of a sound of a badmitten birdie hitting a racket, I slip and fall, a cancerous spot on my arm at the back of my elbow appears. I die on the spot and Led Zepplin laughs with the tuna-tunas. Whereas for me, Ihas just wrentched my previously injured knee that 24 years of non-surgical self healing to heal. Since when. But nothing ever became of it between my brother and I. Not it. Intermenzo - Intermezzo is the first and only prescription sleep aid approved for middle-of-the- night dosing

Since when does it happen? The time that I make the fake sound in my workshop like a badmitten birdie hitting a racket, and i slip and fall, a cancerous spot on my arm at the back of the elbow appears. I die on the spot and Led Zepplin laughs with the tunas. Whereas for me, it was just wrentching my knee that healed finally after an old injury 25 years ago. Since when. But nothing ever became of it, between my brother and I.