...Donald Trump. Once I'm heading up the new division, I'll hire Col. Mustard to watch my back and not even The Donald will be able to get rid of me while I build my little empire on the backs of the downtrodden, minimum-wage employees I'll hire from...
Staying the hell out of jail. If anyone should find the contents of the brown trunk in my attic, I'll not see the light of day again, ever, outside a cell. Not even my family knows....
the lurid stories of my youth with all those little deals made out of country. That trunk could sink me, and I don't know why I've kept it around. Maybe it's because...
...it goes with my bag and my shoes. Although impeccable fashion sense is a crummy reason to keep it around, considering all the trouble it could cause me. I guess I'll just have to bite the bullet and...
Boy George for entertainment - fresh from his flop on Broadway. And he's bringing his producer, Rosie O'Donnell fresh from her gay marriage in SF and...oh my - I can't go on this cruise! I'll have to think of another way to get rid of the trunk. Maybe I'll...
...he exclaimed, clapping loudly. But wait! What's this? A huge white mare, galloping toward us all. It's....It's....sitting astride the pure white horse is the strikingly beautiful brunette, Margaret, with the Crystal Gayle flowing hair cascading off to the mare's left side. She slams her heel into the stirrup and dismounts, exclaiming, "How dare you attempt to end this tale without my at least having a chance to comment!" The applause is deafening, the book magically pops open again and the quivering Paul hands her a fashionable purple quill and a small reservoir of ink.
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Anne in Ohio
They are just in time to hear Margaret say, "And that is why it's called, Running with the Big Dogs."
THE END