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

missile fuel was ready

to be processed into

the waiting Latvian barrels.

In a nearby diner

, the Latvian ambassador patiently

explained that she was

still waiting for her

ranch dressing. Hearing that,

a man with two

bottles offered her one

, but it was not

Hidden Valley. In fact

it was missile fuel!

Talk about really stupid

waitstaff and short order

cooks. They didn’t even

produce usable missile fuel.

This pissed off the

the old guy sitting

waiting for Latvian missiles