Dreams of neveryday life.
Pyroclastic flows of chicken gravy flow down the flanks of a mountain of mashed potatoes. Out of the top springs Al Sharpton, microphone in hand singing, “I want you to want me!” The Goodyear blimp soars by only to have a blowout, Hillary Clinton jumps to safety using Barak Obama for a parachute. Talk about a falling out. Al Gore rows a rapidly melting iceberg into the sun, all the while singing, Hot, Hot, Hot! Saturday Night Live is dead and not any too grateful about the whole thing. Newsman... Sign in to see full entry.