Martha could have sworn she diserved an oscar for covering her disdain at that night's blind date.
Gordon learned quickly that the paintball arena was no place for eye poking.
No person was safe from the shock that The X-Files' last episode would in fact explain it all.
The Morris family watched in horror as their next door neighbor, known throughout the neighborhood only as "hell-Dog", drunkedly walked a homemade narrow beam while fondling his genitals and taunting the Morris' 10 year old daughter, Becky.
While it seemed Charlie clearly had the advantage racing with his electric Rascal, Walter would soon activate his secret "walker-burners" and streak past his unsuspecting adversary.....in theory anyway...
The night had started off as an innocent graduation after party, but would soon take a turn for the worse hours later, with Larry and Jeff lying face down passed out in a Tijuana highway ditch next to dead hooker.
Retired Air Force Colonel Jim Wrath warned Marty once again that his self-defense class had no room for practical jokers.
The Rochiski's returned from their night out to find their house had been looted, Trixie the babysitter was no where to be seen, and poor little JoAnne was passed out next to a glass of Kentucky bourbon.
It was a practical joke gone awry...Billy and Shane thought replacing the poor bum's malt liquor with Morton's Salt would be harmless....but the insane whino wolfed it down and died right on the spot.
I wish I may, I wish I might.....I wish.....awe screw it....BURN BASTARDS....BURN IN hell!!!
