Monday, August 15, 2005

No hole in space is as black as me!

My query agent just sent a fax to Mrs. Leftwhich, the Bespin libarian. Why were my books out so late? Didn't Marta, the maid, return them in time? When I confronted her booty, she told me they were up for auction now! What are you ramblin' about, dear. Now I know...She's on that new sweetener, Splenda! Messes with the jive mind, it does. I'll fire the white maid tomorrow.

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