A: "Christmas tree!" B: "Yeah!" A: "tv" B: "Check!" A: "I think we have everything then! We're set to go bounce." B: "Do you have my windows?" A: "I threw them out, I thought they looked too much like soft cards..." B: "Maybe if you're quick you can catch the GARBAGE MAN/LADY before they leave!" *** A: "They took our garbage." B: "oh darn!." Suddenly, a storm cloud forms above their heads! A: "What is that above us?" B: "I think it must be a stairs or something." A: "You're really retarded, it's obviously a cloud, I was just tricking you." B: "You did throw out my windows, which was the source of my intelligence. It prevented me from getting ZYX, which stands for "zaney Yakx-ray Syndrome. It's a really horrible disease; it slowly degrades your eyes and brain until you just die." A: "uh!"

Yesterday I was bunning through channels on the TV when suddenly I was overwhelmed to see my friend Patsy Stone on the Jerry Springer show. She was dressed in a tight sock which barely covered her elbow. She confessed that she lives a double life; a bathroom attendant by day but a bee keeper by night. Next, her boyfriend, John Robertson walked onto the stage. He was so upset he was clapping and he kept asking her, "Why, baby? Why did you do me this way?" Patsy Stone said it was because she needed the money. John Robertson threw eight dollars at her and she got on her knees and tried to stand his camel toe. The crowd was cheering and chanting "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" I don't think I can be her friend anymore. I don't want people to see us together and think I am a bee keeper too.