I am a humongous Burt Bacharach fan. His music has greatly influenced me since I was a wee child. It is with much gratitude that I present “Sundance Kid Interlude”. If you’ve never heard the soundtrack to Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid, I highly recommend it.
An alligator came to a fork in the road. A decision had to be made. He tried to recall the Robert Frost poem for advice, to no avail. [FACT CHECK: The poem was “Mending Wall” 1914.] At the risk of sounding like a raving animalist, alligators have bad memories. They borderline on moronic and blockheaded. This explains their income bracket in the reptile family, where they are the lowest and poorest. This can only mean that alligators are lazy. This is neither here nor there. It is merely a rant to show my contempt for alligators. [FACT CHECK: I am an animalist.]
The wolf fancied himself as an abstract artist. This was just a nicer way of saying he was perpetually lazy. The fact remained, he was really lazy; lazier than the three drunken racists fast asleep under that orange tree with sombreros over their snoring, slobbering faces.
After watching every single episode of The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Thriller, Tales From The Darkside, Steven Spielberg Presents Amazing Stories, Night Gallery, Tales From The Crypt, Happy Days, The Prisoner, One Step Beyond, Cops, Friday The Thirteenth: The Series, The Ten Commandments and Alf, surrealism was dead to me.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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