I went to the ends of the earth to find the rarest delicacies for my woman.
My lucrative "agriculture" business meant I would spare no expense to please her.
And even still, she leaves me to become a celebrity look-alike prostitute.
And that's my story, Mr. Kevorkian. You understand, don't you?
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
Please feel free to add alternative captions if you can or comments if you can't.
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