First, there was the Artificial Intelligence Revolt (AIR) of 2092. Next, there was the Robot Apocalypse (RoAp) of 2127. Then after the Robots had taken over and mankind was a mere memory, along came the Bugalypse. Having seen how the robots had done it, the bugs engineered their own metal versions of their kind. This allowed them to make even larger versions of themselves than they had ever imagined. There was only one problem: They had forgotten to rust proof their new bodies and for many of the Bugalypse life ended in a rusty metal shell in the middle of a field of flowers. And with it, so did the Bugalypse. Known as the Bugalypse Bust, it was sometimes referred to by its acronym: BuBu (pronounced Boo-Boo).
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The Pistol Pump. For the gal on the go. For the gam on the lamb.
Ladies, make ‘em turn their heads.
Ladies, make him ask himself: “Is she really packing heat, or is she just aiming to see me?”
Kneel in church and the guy behind you will be all fired up.
Ladies, watch the sparks fly when you take to the dance floor in these pumps.
Safety straps extra.
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Bosom babe met the elephant
down by the merry-go-round.
Bosom babe asked the elephant
if he’d like to see the town?
Replied the red elephant
lifting his trunk high into the air,
“I’ve seen all I want to see
and much more than you care.”
She wondered what he meant
until she looked up high.
Then she spied her unmentionables:
dainty white against blue sky.
Let this be a lesson to you:
ladies don’t hang around
a shiny red elephant
from the tchotchke side of town.
– Photo by Brian Griffin; poem by David E. Booker
[Editor's note: Yes, this poem is Fourth of July suitable (pardon the pun). It mentions the colors red, white, and blue.]