This old lady came up to me today and asked

if I needed 6 crispy fried fishsticks. I gave her a look that chills her to this very day. Then I said, "Why yes, I WOULD like 6 crispy fried fishsticks, but on one condition - you sing the theme song to Sha-na-na right now and you have to do it Jon "Bowzer" Bowman style". Well, she just thought I was nuts and turned away. I called her a coward and ordered her to come stuff those greasy delites into my flavorhole. She did so and THEN INFORMED ME THAT SHE HAD NOT BROUGHT HER 55 GALLON BARREL OF "LE TAR TAR". I had all six in my mouth by this time, so I shot them at her rapid-fire-like. One logged itself deep, DEEP into her blue hair until all you could see was about a 1/4" if said stick exposed. Well, you could imagnie her dismay. She turned around to start waddling away and I caught a glimpse of her "Hell's Grannies" patch on the back of her leather jacket. I am only telling you this, because I want the truth to be known. These MAY be my last words....

*I fixed up yer punctuation and spelling a bit for our dyslexic friend.

One day, at band camp..........

I'm lacking words. Really.

Is there anyway to get the last few moments of my life I wasted reading this.. back?

I was thinking exactly the same o.O

Well, at least I now know for sure I am not the only sanity challanged one here! HAHA!