Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

in order to satisfy

the female need for

“romance.” Speaking of which,

never ask a woman

, “Who’s your Daddy?” Answers

are questions in reverse.

A SWAT team burst

in just then, rifles

loaded with styrofoam peanuts,

and the maître-d’ shouted:

"Get out, you boorish

bunch of sweaty fascist

…Oh, you want lunch?

I’ll show you lunch!"

Just then, a telegram

was delivered by a

Blawnoxian mailman who never

dreamed he’d be asked

to deliver the secret

Valentine, chock full of