Thirty Lashes with a Wet Noodle
Jewelry Making and Bike Shows
Nothing, no animal, no one could have been so desolate as Angel Hair in the Sausee Sea. Not a soul with which to chuckle nor a partner with whom to rig a tony. His Mastah, Choli, had commanded him to stay put, but he figured that 10,011,005,784 days was long enough to wait for someone who had allegedly just gone to the loo. So off he went across the Sausee Sea on his Capellamborghini. Not too long before he ran into the Ship of Fools. Literally. Crashed into them. Seeing as how neither party had paper or penne with which to exchange insurance information, they reached a compromise. The lovely Angel Hair would grace the Ship as its figurehead, and the Ship would allow him so to grace them. Who wants a mermaid to adorn your prow when Angel Hair offers so many more pastabilities?
Steven “Angel Hair” Saltsman