Tell me about the waters of your home land maud'dib.... I only got one itchin' desire...let's go to prison... so come on over rover...and let Jimi take over... and lets all go to prison... you say you want me babe....save it for your rainy day...you know I only got one itchin' desire.... lets all go to prison... slavegirl picks up a stack of three pallets...(in the land of mini-wheats their called wooden skids) and throws them in a pile...and thinks I'm so strong.... "slavegirl ,,what are you doing here?" working "slavegirl ,,,this is a place for criminals.." slavegirls thinks....then jumps in the cockpit of a forklift..."OK ....and you start putting the dead bodies on the forks....and lets get this done..." "slavegirl...if you don't belong here go and work someplace else..." slavegirl stands up on the forklift and shouts...."YOUR FIRED..." slavegirl rumbles....rollin' numbers,rockin' rollin'... wait till they get a load of me...suckin' down suds, man...it's what the weekends all about... advertisement:::''''Jesus drinks budwiser,,,,do...do...doo Jesus drinks budwiser..from anheuser-busch, inc...st. louis , missouri ..........::: slavegirl feels a buzz down her body...and thinks...i love to work... screw these mini-wheats...i'm moving north...to the land of radition and dead polar bears... she comes to a checkpoint.. "i'm red flagging this sandwitch...right now..." a red flagged sandwitch is one that contains one or all of the following: mushrooms, tomatoes,, or spinach...a correctly flagged sandwitch,,,is one were onions and sliced canberry sauce is substituted and then the sandwitch is flagged corrected... slavegirl are you ok....can you walk...good cuz' we got to run..... For the first colony of Mars...it was decided that the perfect humans with the best chance of survival were the Scandinavians....reasons were....raditation tolerance and freezing cold adaptations.... the first colony comes to order...the congrigation hall is filled with albinos... and at the head of it is the whitest,,,fattest,,and jolliest albino of all... who states...."since I know everything...and am so white...I , as in me, in this momentous occation, proclaim me as the head of all mankind on Mars.." at that moment ,,,a man or woman,,,it was not made clear...with black hair..storms into Home..(the designated name of the hall)...and plants a box in front of the crowd.. (the box did have a ribbon and yes....it also had a bow)....the jolly man picks up the box...and smiles..and says.."a gift for me...on this occation...I'm overjoyed..." and yes the box explodes...killing all of them.... the martians are not to be taken lightly..... this is victory ...son...as the black inquistor stands high in his pillar of the sounds.. as his son looks down at the townsquare game field..and the people too..he could see from way up there......bonfires,,,celabrating victory...buzzards,,,leapards... panthers..eatting the dead on the playfield....the losers being kicked down main.. pure happiness for his people... talk about the maud'dib talk about the sacred eye but baby your talkin' about love the blue inquistor calls in the social studies counslor...who states... "here's a real grape,,,,as he holds it up high...and here is a real cherry... which would you like more...a jolly rancher hard candy...that is only flavored as a cherry or a grape.. the blue inquistor calls out his 6 foot 9 inch wife...who goes into a trace... puts her hand to her forehead and is thinking...(who thinks these things up for my husband ,,,why worry him) as the worlds grapes and cherrys are free from their petrified existance...and the sugar resin melts into the worlds rivers turning the water to wine.... the blue inquistor stand and shouts..."honey...I hate it when you do that.." texas is bigger than france.. never underestimate the power of chicken pot pie or some beet soup to repair storm damage... john has long mustache cussin' and talkin' like that....he's gonna get his mouth washed out with soap... soap...soap...how about a laser... get to know your coffee pot, get to know your universe... baby, you got a heart bigger than all out doors... oh, man,, i wouldn't trade anything for it.... it was 20 years ago today,,when sgt. pepper told the band to play... slavegirl wakes up under a glowing sky,,,and wonders... slavegirl I want to rebuild your mind...ok.................... ............is it rebuilt yet?........no........give me a sec.... ....how about now?.....no ...give me a min.....how about now..? .....now think of time as a matter of distance....not a matter of distance proportional to the distance of matter......how about now...? .....my mind tingles....how about now..... you retarded slave bitch... For Sale ..one slavegirl real cheap.....model broken in...good for nothing ...babbles about a savior........ the inquistor screams... order 3813811104 into effect....schnell....schnell order 3813811104 is logged as... all slavegirls shall be retired as of yesterday... all slavegirls claiming to be men, shall be retired the day before..... and for all slavegirls that have dogs barking at them, a special assassin will travel back in time to deal with them.... you want a fight, you got one as slavegirl takes off all the clothes and puts on a hula hoop and starts to twirl it around her hips... as she hula-hoops into the night the red shirts of Mars..... the red shirts of the YMMA (youth martian men associtation) all believed exercise and beer was a martian right to bear... a typical meeting of them would consist of the question of what to do about the albinos buying up all of the property on Mars... all where about in their teen years....at an age when pubic hair would grow to show thier age...they would shave it off...Brazilian.... and they were allowed to keep their youth army knife... the tin shirts were something else.... slavegirl sleeps and dreams....dreams of this penquin...standing high on a glacier, preaching before a bunch of other penquins...the times are hard for the penquins..no food..no shelter...no nothing....and he speaks.. "listen to me all of you...don't eat your own eggs...don't eat the ice... for i am here to tell you of a place far from here...a heaven...a...".. as the penquins rush him and nail him to a shipwreck..."for the only way to get to this heaven is though me...."as he cries.....and chokes on he tears "...so go ahead and eat me...drink my blood ....chew my blubber...".. and that one penquin was enough to feed the whole crowd... slavegirl wakes up... "wow...i need to get dressed...and go to work..." down at the bar.... the usual robots are drinking.... some order transmission fluid...others axel grease...some motor oil.. they all kick back and slug it down...some sip it ...others let it sit in their mouths...its all cool down at the bar.... as a stranger robot walks in...one with a precision swagger about it... walks up to the bar...and orders unleaded gasoline.... the other robots gasp and stare....the strange robot slams it down like nothing.... slavegirl looks up from sweeping...and thinks..now thats a man... the strange robot...walks up to its room ...lies down ..and catches fire...