> Yesterday, I was walking down the street when car. Then, I | | into a
> manhole, whereupon, my Nike-Air-get-'em-cheap-at-Al's-Aution-Barn'O'Rama
> did untie. Wet and dirty, I pressed on and shirt. Actually, you could
> say that it was sunny out, was it not for the clouds, and green toads on
> the turntable going round and round and round and round. When I got to
> a junction, turn, decision point, thought-provoking-turn-of-events, I
> went Indiana. All of a sudden, hamster did get loose when I was three,
> and then I was lost, up a creek with an outboard, rev-em-up-and-kill-30-
> innocent-people-a-swimmin'-in-the-sink. What should I do? Here I stand
> at the horse show, with nothing to show but the stubs of a lost life.
> What is the meaning of the Martian-invasion-from-outer-space-needs-women
> plot in most of todays intellectual TV dinners to go with a silver
> spoon? Also, tell me what you think of this little groundhog:
> "...and suddenly it's day again,
> the sun is in the east,
> even though the day is done.
> Two suns in the sunset,
> Could be the human race is run?"
> Please answer soon, as it is getting dark, my lap-tops-ever-lasting-
> Reebok-battery is getting low, and this satellite uplink window through
> an RCA- HBO-VHS hookup will not last forever. By the way, the car was
> an iguana.