Raina and the demise of Woody Allen
R aina was miserable. At the age of seventeen there was absolutely nothing worse than sitting around a campfire being forced to sing along to folk music. Although typically not temperamental, the music was enough to make her want to plug her ears with the two fat marshmallows that she was now roasting.
The soy sauce Raina had last night made her miserable, though the sky was quite clear as she lay around the campfire.
Little did she know, skinny tornadoes were approaching, intent on stealing her tomatoes.
The tornado in North & South Dakota took her tomatoes right away, and hopelessly, she was forced to listen to AM & FM radio stations to conquer her hunger.
The AM/FM radio was titanically boring and dumb and wasn't helped her hunger pains at all. She imagined fine ice cream, all smooth & creamy but was so hungry she would have eaten some hairballs had they been available.
As the old radio blabbered on about this and that, she searched frantically for a bite to eat. Some ants scurried across the floor, and placed them in her mouth. "One trashy ant is better than nothing at all," she said.
Her mouth twisted, her eyes widened... the ant was perfect! With a hint of lemon & lime, it competed with the gourmet meal Chef Tony had prepared for her when they were secretly having an affair.
Woody Allen was daring to go inside the sun to see if he could find some bubbles to prepare the dessert, it was touch and go as to whether he would find them, however he did stumble across them on the east side, and brought the frothy goodness back and made the amazing pudding but he forgot one important thing.
Eventually he fled to Rio De Janeiro to work as a Microsoft employee, it was a highly influential decision, millions followed him
He had only two dollars in his pocket, at the age of 92, at the time of his death he decided to donate this puny amount to Quick & Dirty foundation...