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

, where I frolicked with

Cher, Beyonce and a

pair of otters.
Meanwhile,

every abandoned story thread

has this in common:

everyone has either died,

moved to Blawnox, or

run away with Tami.

(Who, by the way,

was photographed at a

local nightclub dancing with

Gay Abandon, a drag

racer known for his

Flamboyant dress and high

buttocks, but when flashed

, was uncharacteristically bashful). Still,

Tami left in a

Weinermobile, her horn playing

a merry tune.

Most

disturbingly, my index fingers