The whole story...in 5...ok 7 words...or at least part of it

[Mr.Pab]

colostomy bag, ready for a long night

[Dooley]

of consuming snacks and watching them reappear

[Chriss]

in some obscure fuzzy internet game, invented by

[Dooley]

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, the seven dwarfs.

[Mr.Pab]

(unfortunates stunted by exposure to Sevin insecticide)

[Chriss]

but non of them had seen Thomas' game yet

[Dooley]

or, ironically, could count to seven.

[Mr.Pab]

Ironic indeed, for the mystical number seven

[Dooley]

was the combined number of mystical testicles

[Mr.Pab]

on the grill, that Tel Aviv evening

[Dooley]

, for Sukkot - Feast of Balls. Drinks were

[Mr.Pab]

mostly lemonade-based, at least we hoped

[Dooley]

that's what 7ur' stood for. Jewish coke

[Mr.Pab]

-fiends were all around us, that's when

[Dooley]

we just said no. "Take that religion

[Mr.Pab]

unto thine breast, yea, embracing and anointing

[Dooley]

thine third eye with ketchup. Bakest thou

[Mr.Pab]

not the fairy cakes of blissful ignorance!

[Dooley]

" The Jewish coke-fiends converted - to Fresca.

[Dooley]

St. Fresca of Ici-ici hydrated the thirsty

[Mr.Pab]

pagans, heathen - all the big motorcycle gangs.

[Dooley]

Hell's Angles (geometry professors on bikes) were

[Dooley]

running out of gas, waiting for instructions



tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.........

[Dooley]

. One of them farted - that was interesting......(?)

[Dooley]

Now in wheelchairs in a nursing home

[Dooley]

the bikers terrorized the halls and cafeteria

[Wireless]

Causing a storm in a tea cup

[Mark Gardner]

the size of Spain

[Mr.Pab]

- but eventually the clouds parted, the sun

[Mr.Pab]

zoomed in, roasting the Earth to a