It was just your ordinary day when all of a sudden...
No, I don't think that beginning will do, maybe...
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, Far, FAR, away...
No, that won't do either... um, lets see... I GOT IT!
I was in my evil lair/ kitchen when my sidekick, Dr. Flabbylegs, came eating a peanut mayonaise and tuna sandwhich with terrible news. The news was that (cue torturous/ horribly dramatic music) "WE WERE OUT OF RED SUPER SOFT TOILET PAPER!". Well, this causes for all forces. "I must call for back up!" says Dr. Flabbylegs unexpectedly, "NO WAIT! DON'T BACK UP!" Unfortunetly, the blind/deaf/lame semi driver cannot hear him, speak to him, or move so he backs over my poor sidekick. How convenient, now I have no sidekick, so I will call for back up (just not out loud).
Fortunately I find a back-up sidekick in the nick (what is a 'nick' anyway?) of time. His name? That's on a need-to-know basis, and no, you do NOT need to know. Maybe if you're nice, I might tell you his name. Of course, this depends on how this whole ordeal ends up. For now, we sahll call him Agent 'X'. HEY! Are you lot getting me off subject?
Anyway, what were we doing this all for again? O yes, how could I forget! We were out of smelly socks. Well, in order to get supplies for this horrible dilema we must go to Kay-mart, or Wall-mart, or maybe even, dare I say it... no, I better not say it. Well, we went to Wal-mart and after buying thee CUTEST pink shoes, we went and found the perfect tools for the missing shoelaces, a plunger (it was Agent 'X's idea). Right after getting ourselves a moca from Starbucks, we went to our secret lair/living room. When we arrived, we had just remembered something...
We all have short-term memory loss.
Why am I writing this story?

Not Much to Do

My Aunt Janet and unnamed others have been bugging me to post. "Not since Sep. 29!" they say, "You need to post!". I AM SICK OF IT. I'm kidding of course. I guess I'm just an off and on poster. I'll think of something interesting to post about later.