"I want to be Canadian with Canadian clothes instead of rags, and a baseball cap instead of this shawl and I want to have white skin like the Canadian...."PING! - The man was transformed, wearing worn out jeans from Best for Less, a dirty Wall-Mart T-shirt and a greasy baseball cap. He had his bad teeth back and the mansion had disappeared from the horizon."What happened to my new teeth?" he wailed. "Where is my new house? Where's my Visa Gold Card?"The fairy said: "Tough luck. Now that you are a. I was greeted by the unearthly blue glow of cerenkov radiation. I gently closed the trap and moved the rug back over it. Uncle Charley was giving me his fatuous uncle look. "I really don't want to know why there's something exceeding the local speed of light in my basement, do I?" Nope." Fine. How do you want your eggs, besides irradiated?" Over easy would be nice."..."Fine."After brekkies we sat down to the nitty gritty. "What's my operational envelope?" Umm, I never calculated it like that.". That was when the first bottle of wine ran out. After ordering a second bottle, they also ordered lunch; two of the Bistro’s famous Cobb Salads with their signature dressing, and as they ate, they shared more conversation, and more wine.When they finished their salads, Julie said, “So has Jamie had any problems with his treatment?”“No, he’s handled things pretty well,” Charlotte replied, starting to feel the effects of the wine, and then she added, “But I did take your advice and gave him some. We wisely have decided to travel by cab this evening so that we can enjoy ourselves without worry of safely returning home. We are the hit of the night with the boys, mostly because we each have almost all our cleavage exposed over the tops of our corsets. Many pretzels and pieces of popcorn are tossed into our décolletage as the boys got more and more drunk. The more beers I have, the bolder I become. I keep “accidentally” brushing against your thighs trying to adjust my skirt. Gauging your.