* * * A Visit to the Wiggly's House * * * Wait here, I'll go get us some , tasty Pepsi's! While we're waiting for the others to arrive, let's talk. I wonder if you heard on the radio it may sleet hail ? Anyway, about today, I was waiting in line to have my lips re-done, when I noticed the human who drives the fire truck, carrying a PS/2 mouse hanging out of her ears! And I said, Dear Aunt Judy, I can't escape a synthetic meta-state of takeover--- This time, it seems to be hopeless radio-transmitted hell... Oh well. It's not enough i got little Billy playing rock music in my ears, but now every Frickin' time I get home, the whole Jones family pounds on the ceiling with Frickin' gas grill. I'm gonna become stoned by smoking anything off the Blasted periodic table of the elements.