Well, its spring and its time to start mowing the lawn. Of course BOTH my neighbors do theirs so mine looks REALLY bad. So yesterday evening, I pull out the mower and begin to attack the grass. It was quite tall, almost machete worthy. Anyway about halfway through I discovered a tribe of pygmies that had gotten lost from Australia. Boy were they PISSED. Tried to outrun their blow darts on my mower, but those guys have seriously good aim. Anyway, I woke about an hour later in a giant pot with one of them wearing a chefs hat and reading from a cook book. Didn't think Betty Crocker had recipes for humans . . . scary. I was getting a bit concerned when they started talking about what kind of stuffing they should use. So, I did the only thing I could think of, and started telling some jokes. They ended up letting me go. Seems that cannibals don't like to eat clowns, we taste funny.