GLUB...GLUB...SPSSSSST....GLUB.....BZZZZZZTTTT!!!
Whew!! Reconstituting one's molecules is hard work!! I am sorely taxed, and not just by the Publicans.
Alright, JFred, other stalward threadmen, here's the SCOOP!! Alexa is an INTERGALACTIC TEASE!!!
There I was at my office Saturday afternoon, minding my own business, and outta the blue I get this Priority-1 e-mail from Alexa, she says she HAS to see me, toot sweet. She has me meet her at this seedy bar in the Tenderloin (smells like Pine-Sol, has one of those martini glass logos on the sign), we knock back a few Glenlivets, one thing leads to another. She hits me with this line about "it's not really cheating 'cause I'm an alien."
So anyway, off we go and get a suite at the Mark Hopkins, champagne, the woiks. Sets me back a clean three bills. Next thing I know I'm looking down the barrel of some kinda deuterium AK-47. She's grinning like a cheshire cat. Last thing I hear is "NYAAAH NYAAAH NYA NYAAAH NYAAAH!!" She does a lock n' load and next thing I know I'm a puddle of putrid lime-colored ectoplasmic goop. Cute Alexa. Very Cute. I suppose I'm lucky to still have my kidneys, huh?!!.
Anyway, where the heck is my Rolex!?? |
