I grew fearful about climbing out of my nest this morning after hearing and reading all of the stories about the bad occurrences of Friday the 13th, but found my hunger would not subside so as to allow me to loiter beneath my tribble fur blanket. I therefore arose and ventured forth in a search for some repast and libation. I encountered this one very strange looking fellow at on sidewalk cafe who was was sucking down a continuous line of shakes that were being prepared by some skanky slut in a halter top. I was entranced, however, as I had never seen anyone from any planet just drop a live whimpering puppy into a blender and thereafter churn such into a liquefied solution of puppy blood, hair, and internal organs, pour it into a glass and serve it. I didn't stay long, as the whole scene was beginning to turn my stomach. I went next door to a more eclectic establishment and had a sumptuous meal of spotted owl and bald eagle, with a side order of rhinoceros pate'.

I had such an enjoyable breakfast that I forgot about the date and, as I left the dining establishment, I allowed my guard to fall. I never expected to be hit full force in the face by a gust of solar wind. It blew Pluto into my eye and I am having a devil of a time trying to remove it.

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