Even the shutters were shuttering as a boom was heard from across the marketplace. Zoom Whiz Wham. A helicopter named Charlie dropped Kanye West off on top of the El Serape moon roof. Darkness descended unto the serape that night. No one was sure how many women Batman impregnated.

The moon did glitter that night an old timer said. The day Hurricane Ditka’s wide and studios girth forced itself upon mine own elven bosom

Kanye thrust his hand into the elven girls 12 year old pockets and snatched away beauty trophy.

“I said girl you got to be bedazzled to win one of these new finland trophies we don’t hand this sh*t out to cat snatcher do we?” Kanye proclaimed quite eloquently.

“Were now getting reports that Batman and Kanye did indeed hook up later that night,” the news anchor murmured into my ear, “and here’s to a happy ending.”