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OK, they're complaining that the flist is boring. Well, we just don't dare tell the real truth, which is infinitely and excellently exciting. Today, just frex, I met and killed an alien, but only after falling in love with her/him/it and conceiving an offspring, who has already come of age and in spite of warnings has come to my bed. Wiser than Jocasta, I cast her/him/it away, and now that one has gone forth to marry the Prince of Wales in a civil ceremony, after which it will devour Eastern Europe. Never fear, my wild horde and I have set forth after it, but were detained in Ravenna by the Pope's mistress who had plastic surgery and is now a 47EEEE which we could not tear our eyes from.
Meanwhile, back in Texas, GWB has renounced the throne to marry the man of his dreams, Arnie, and they are currently en route to honeymoon on a strange island where plane crash survivors are making do in caves while searching for some Frenchwoman, but we all know that she alas died whilst writing her memoirs, explaing how the alien first came to the moon and hitched a ride back in 1968, causing the rise of hip-hop music and more recently a computer virus.
Meanwhile, back in Texas, GWB has renounced the throne to marry the man of his dreams, Arnie, and they are currently en route to honeymoon on a strange island where plane crash survivors are making do in caves while searching for some Frenchwoman, but we all know that she alas died whilst writing her memoirs, explaing how the alien first came to the moon and hitched a ride back in 1968, causing the rise of hip-hop music and more recently a computer virus.