10/8/2006 2:53 AM
There was an archetypally spooky looking house.
With an archetypally spooky looking woman.
She and her husband had Yngwie J. Malmsteen. He had more vowels in his name when he was born, but his parents donated them to UNICEF.
When Yngwie turned eighteen he was glad to 'lend an ear' as a counselor for, 'the youth.'
In turn, the youth were what drove the Industrial Revolution.
No house, no woman. No woman, no Yngwie. No Yngwie, no children, no children, no revolution and no revolution, no kites. So as you can see, you're in something of a bind because you Have to Have your Kites.
No one can help you, not even your 'HR Nazi'.
And if you don't get back to work, you'll end up on kitchen duty.
Or maybe in a bag of 'Soylent Green'
Next time, I'd order the fish. FIN.