LEAD THROUGH ANOTHER DOORWAY
INTO THE FABULOUSLY DECORATED
ADAM and CAIN's SUIT HEAVEN.
THERE HE WAS PROMPTLY
MEASURED AND DRESSED BY
EXPERIENCED REFORMED TAILORS
WHO DRESSED HIM IN VATICAN
CERTIFIED VIRGIN WOOL.
WITH A PINCH ON
THE CHEEKS TO BRING OUT THAT
GLORIOUS SMILE OF HIS,
GEORGE WAS LEAD TO THE
BACKSTAGE AREA OF THE MAIN
TELEVISION STUDIOS IN THE
NEWLY DEDICATED P.T.BARNUM
CENTER, WHOSE MAIN MOTTO
WAS, "YOU CAN FOOL MOST
MIDWESTERN FOLKS". 5-4-3-2-1
THE LIGHTS CLICKED, THE
CAMERAS ROLLED, AND THE
PRAISE THE LORD CHORUS
RAISED THEIR VOICES TO THE
SKY IN AN OUT POURING OF
LOVE FOR THEIR NEW MONEY
MAGNET.
GEORGE STEPPED TO THE
FRONT OF THE STAGE AND SAID
VERY HUMBLELY, "THANK YOU
ALL VERY MUCH". OHHHHH THE
CROWD LOVED HIM! THEY WENT
CRAZY! EVERY TIME HE SPOKE,
MOVED OR FLASHED THAT
GLORIOUS SMILE, THE PATRON
CROWD DUMPED MONEY AT HIS
FEET. MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!
MORE AND MORE CAME TO HIS
HOLY TOES AND THREW MONEY AT
HIS FEET. HE THANKED THEM
ALL INDIVIDUALLY, WHICH
PROMPTED EVEN MORE GOODWILL
FROM THE SEEMINGLY ENDLESS
WEALTHY CROWD. AND THE
PHONES WENT CRAZY TOO! ALL
THE 1-900 NUMBERS WERE IN
CONSTANT USE TAKING CALLS
FROM HOUSEWIVES WHO CONFESSED
THEY WERE SINNERS AND
DECIDED TO BEGIN REFORMING
THAT VERY NIGHT BY CELEBRAT-
ING WITH A PICKLE BASTED POT
ROAST WITH THE HUSBANDS,
MOST OF WHOM WERE NAMED
ELMER. BY THE END OF THE
SHOW GEORGE WAS FEELING
MIGHTY GOOD ABOUT HIS TOES.
TEARS WERE STREAMING DOWN
HIS FACE AS HE WAS LEAD
OFFSTAGE BY THE GRAND
MARSHALL AND INTO HIS NEW
OFFICE.
WELL THINGS WERE
MOVING SO WELL THAT GEORGE
THOUGHT HE JUST MIGHT DIS
PROVE THAT OLD SAYING "BAD
LUCK COMES IN FOURS". BUT
JUST AS BABY BOYS WHO ARENT
BREAST FED TURN INTO
OUTLAWS, THE FOURTH BAD
LUCK WAS WAITING FOR HIM
BEING THE DOOR.
THE GRAND MARSHALL LED
GEORGE INTO HIS OWN PRIVATE
OFFICE, COMPLETE WITH A
PLUSH 9 FOOT COUCH BIG
ENOUGH TO HIDE UNDER IF
NECESSARY, A 10 FOOT DESK,
3 VIDEO SCREENS, AND AN
EXECUTIVE BATHROOM COMPLETE
WITH PAPAL TOILET PAPER.
"COME OVER IN HERE A MINUTE
GEORGE. I HAVE SOMEONE I
WANT YOU TO MEET", SAID THE
GRAND MARSHALL.
HE STEPPED INTO THE
OUTER RECEPTION AREA AND
ALMOST SWALLOWED HIS
TONGUE. BEFORE HIM STOOD A
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN,SCANTILY
CLAD IN A ROMAN TUNIC,CLEO-
PATRA STYLE, WITH A DEVILISH
LOOK IN HER MUSTARD DISH.
"THIS IS YOUR NEW SECRETARY,
JESSICA".
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WHAT'S THE SECRET ?????????
RECENTLY SOMEONE
TRANSMITTED A MESSAGE FROM
MARS ASKING ME "HOW TO FIND
A JOB ?"
WELL FIRST OF ALL YOU
HAVE TO DESIRE AN OCCUPATION
SO SIT DOWN AND THINK REAL
HARD ABOUT WHAT IT IS YOU
LIKE TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT
THEIR TOES. THEN IF YOU
STILL CAN'T THINK OF
ANYTHING, OPEN THE PHONE
BOOK AND CLOSE YOUR EYES,

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