This morning Raven and I awoke to the annoying sound of a frantic buzzing around the ceiling of our bedroom. At first we thought it might be a fly, but once we rubbed the sleep from our puffy eyes we saw that it was actually the recording artist, Prince. He was stark naked, just like on the cover of his album "Love Sexy", and he had little fairy wings. We guessed that he must have flown into the bedroom during the night through an open window and become trapped. Raven wanted to catch him and feed him to our black widow spider, "Joan Collins", but I opted for squashing him with a rolled up Fangoria magazine. Raven eventually won me over and we caught the little pop artist in a jar. Prince was none too pleased and buzzed around inside the jar, screaming obscenities until we dumped him into Joan Collins' tank. Now I have seen some funny things in lifetime, but nothing can beat watching the director of "Under The Cherry Moon" get eaten by a black widow spider. Man, I am still laughing at that. What a fantastic way to start the day.
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