THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
Nick
Paul
Dave
 

I stared out the window of the bus, and couldn't believe
I was actually there. I hated city buses, and yet here I was,
sitting between a smoker and a geezer. Of course, the former wasn't smoking,
but he'd just gotten on, and had the breath. And the latter was even worse.
The smell of rancid fish heads was
horrible. But not as bad as the
80's rock group "Flock of Seagulls." But then again
they are not on the smash CD "Monster hits of the 80's."
I hate that CD with a passion unequaled by all except
my love for... someone. God. Yes, I said God. I don't
have the authority to tell you about it. Ask God. all I can tell you is
God has a seventy year itch that only a hot woman can scratch.
So Nick changed into a transvestite
Pompa Loompa and attacked God with a
with a Q-Tip. Oh well, pagan religions
were always a lot of sacrifices with them
in addition to nude dancing, which could be
quite the dating aid. Anyway, I saw my mother come
towards me and knew she'd help me score again with God. "Look, mom,"
I said, "I want you to pray as hard as you possibly can." She
choked as she began to swim
scross the vat of strawberry milkshake
made by SlowGood (TM), the bootleg imitation
of Nestle Quick. Then there was DeGennaro nibbling
on my lonely little puppy. The puppy howled and howled,
but DeGenarro didn't care. He kept doing it until the
cat pounced on him and tore off his head. He could only squeak before
cruel fate struck him down. That is, the cat's name was Cruel Fate.
And he was rushing in front of
an oncoming bus -- soon nothing was left but
a road pizza of what used to be my mangled body.