Paris Huffington was driving the other day…who knows where? After all, she doesn’t work, being an heiress and all. And she was kissing her little toy poodle instead of paying attention to the road. Suddenly, she looked up and saw the rear bumper of the car in front of her getting real close, real fast. She slammed on her brakes, but…it was too late. *CRASH/BANG/POOF/OWWW* (and all those other sound effects from the original Batman TV series!)
She obviously checked her little doggie first…and discovering she was fine, she still felt the need to smother her with kisses. Then, looking up, she saw the driver of the car in front opening his door…so she decided it was probably time to get out, too. Grabbing her little dog, Bitsy, in her arms…she clambered out of the car (with great style, of course) and began walking toward the car in front. She was still kissing Bitsy and burying her face in her fur, when she heard a voice in front of her and she looked up…then down. The driver was “a…well, a dwarf, or a little person, or whatever you want to call them,” she thought.
He had his arms on his hips, and seemed quite perturbed. “Well, perturbed, yeah…maybe more like mad,” she thought. “That’s hot. Or, at least it kinda looks like he has steam coming out of his ears.”
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and barked, “I am NOT HAPPY!”
Puzzled, Paris, scratched her head and said, “Mmm…OK, I give up. Which one ARE you?”
