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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"

"A Chocolate Convention!"
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"

"A Chocolate Convention!"

"Stop horsing around."
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"

"A Chocolate Convention!"

"Stop horsing around."

"My Etch-a-sketch shows
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"

"A Chocolate Convention!"

"Stop horsing around."

"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"

"A Chocolate Convention!"

"Stop horsing around."

"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"

BAM! CRASH! POW!
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"


"Where'd Godiva go?"

"A Chocolate Convention!"

"Stop horsing around."

"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"

BAM! CRASH! POW!

What! Your imagination!
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...
"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.
Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.
"'Ahoy'?", I said.
"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"
"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."
"The naked chick?"
"And her horse!"
"Pulling my leg!"
"Well since you insist..........THE END."
"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."
She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
"No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?"
"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."
"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"
"You don't say!"
"Yep! I do!"
"Where'd Godiva go?"
"A Chocolate Convention!"
"Stop horsing around."
"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
BAM! CRASH! POW!
"What! Your imagination!"
"No! It's my
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...
"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.
Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.
"'Ahoy'?", I said.
"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"
"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."
"The naked chick?"
"And her horse!"
"Pulling my leg!"
"Well since you insist..........THE END."
"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."
She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
"No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?"
"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."
"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"
"You don't say!"
"Yep! I do!"
"Where'd Godiva go?"
"A Chocolate Convention!"
"Stop horsing around."
"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
BAM! CRASH! POW!
"What! Your imagination!"
"No! It's my underactive memory gland."
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...
"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.
Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.
"'Ahoy'?", I said.
"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"
"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."
"The naked chick?"
"And her horse!"
"Pulling my leg!"
"Well since you insist..........THE END."
"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."
She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
"No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?"
"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."
"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"
"You don't say!"
"Yep! I do!"
"Where'd Godiva go?"
"A Chocolate Convention!"
"Stop horsing around."
"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
BAM! CRASH! POW!
"What! Your imagination!"
"No! It's my underactive memory gland."

“Wake up, lad!”
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...
"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.
Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.
"'Ahoy'?", I said.
"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"
"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."
"The naked chick?"
"And her horse!"
"Pulling my leg!"
"Well since you insist..........THE END."
"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."
She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
"No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?"
"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."
"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"
"You don't say!"
"Yep! I do!"
"Where'd Godiva go?"
"A Chocolate Convention!"
"Stop horsing around."
"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
BAM! CRASH! POW!
"What! Your imagination!"
"No! It's my underactive memory gland."

“Wake up, lad!”
"It's now or


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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...
"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.
Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.
"'Ahoy'?", I said.
"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"
"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."
"The naked chick?"
"And her horse!"
"Pulling my leg!"
"Well since you insist..........THE END."
"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."
She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
"No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?"
"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."
"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"
"You don't say!"
"Yep! I do!"
"Where'd Godiva go?"
"A Chocolate Convention!"
"Stop horsing around."
"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
BAM! CRASH! POW!
"What! Your imagination!"
"No! It's my underactive memory gland."
“Wake up, lad!”
"It's now or..."
Suddenly, everything shook!
 
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There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...
"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.
Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.
"'Ahoy'?", I said.
"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"
"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."
"The naked chick?"
"And her horse!"
"Pulling my leg!"
"Well since you insist..........THE END."
"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."
She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
"No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?"
"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."
"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"
"You don't say!"
"Yep! I do!"
"Where'd Godiva go?"
"A Chocolate Convention!"
"Stop horsing around."
"My Etch-a-sketch shows I'm not lying!"
BAM! CRASH! POW!
"What! Your imagination!"
"No! It's my underactive memory gland."
“Wake up, lad!”
"It's now or..."
Suddenly, everything shook! Giant chocolate bunnies
 
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