Yet again I asked myself why I always felt this way when I looked at calf's liver.

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Yet again I asked myself why I always felt this way when I looked at calf's liver. Too small, the organ nevertheless proved useful as a wonderfully high-cholesterol snack. Moving on through the organ warehouse, I discovered horse livers were independently animate and now were running the country. Oh no!!! Someone had to save us! Where\'s Superman? Little did they know of the Kryptonite cage, constructed specially for the purpose, was holding our hero captive in a deep pit filled with naked oiled up nymphomaniacs! 'NO!' he cried, 'anything but this... anything...' Soon his cries of despair were little more than groans of pain and screams of delight from the woman as they relieved their desires on his puppy. I saw this from my hiding place behind the piano & leapt to the rescue, grabbing the poor put upon canine and carring him to safety out to the street. If it wasn't for the truck that hit us at that point I'd have succeeded too. Bugger!