Today we threw a surprise birthday party for dear Alex Diabetes. Coincidentally, this is the opening night of his sure-to-sweep-the-Boney-Awards movie, Penis In The Mouth. It's been a wild night around here, and I must get back to the festivities, but first I'll tell you a little story...
Roman punches himself in the mirror. Months ago, he whupped it so bad that it barely held up, attached by nothing but its defeated snot. It didn't fall down. The maintenance people came in to tack it up again, and inquired if we happened to be "banging chicks against the mirror." Well, no, I don't think so, anyway... but we're flattered anyway, Mr. Maintenance, that you think we attract the proverbial unicorns you call "chicks" here on Busch campus. However, I think that you should check out this new movie coming out... I think it's been nominated for a Boney Award, and I think you'ld appreciate its sexy stylings.
Anyway, last night Roman was training for the inevitable fight against his evil clone, Mr. British, also like the empire. He punched that mirror like no tomorrow, and then laughed a little about the maintenance man's flattering impression... Then I said to Roman, "you know, he wasn't so far off about the banging away... your fist has mad love to give, if only it you would open it." He promptly agreed. THE END.