I've been saving this vintage for some time and might as well drink it now that Laurels isn't here to mix it with Orange Crush.

7,000 BCE was a very good year. The cow was domesticated, and the English channel was just a little stream. You mortals finally figured out that you could sleep in later in the day if you planted your food rather than chasing it around the plains.

I had this friend that lived on the coast of Guatemala and he was out in the jungle one day about lunch when he found this quaint little plant with red seed pods. He ate one and his face turned bright red and he screamed "fire fire fire fire" as he ran in circles looking for some water. Gods! I laughed my head off for weeks after that one.

Anyhow, Vort is looking for a lap dance. Are you game?