Meanwhile back at the ranch..... The Corn-Porn Queen put aside her cobs to gaze at the large ship, entering sky left, that strangly resembled a Mammadillo. The ship made a sound that was something like rubbing your hand on a piece of viraoglaxamine in the pocket of a pair of tweed pants. It sounded like... BuWahahahah..kaff kaff......ack phhttt! BuWahahahah..kaff kaff......ack phhttt! BuWahahahah..kaff kaff......ack phhttt! Slowly hoovering above the Corn-Porn Queen, the hatch of the ship opened and from it fell 3355 jars of caviar and one beluga. The Corn-Porn Queen ran to her pantry quickly, not to hide or take cover, but to grab a jar of chokecherry wine and crackers.
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