by John W. Regan
...she not turned to the suffering Christ on her wall, poor Dumbo might have tossed and turned and pooped the night away.
“Regina,” Jesus said, “you have my blessing to drink the Irish and eat the Unisom SleepGels.”
And wouldn’t you know? Jesus’s potent cocktail blasted her into the Sandman’s den.
Therefore, she was groggy when the Gestapo burst into her house...