It was dark outside when Donald answere the door. She had said she would be there at 6 o clock but now it was more like 9.00. She was carrying a huge tub of yogua and asked if she could make him up a little something to eat

For a moment he thought she might be about to smother him between her more than ample breasts. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he worked up a creamy little number.

Donald made a living nowadays as a chef

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She spent days trailing around after him, collecting video footage for her net site and listening to stories about the time Shiela Tequilla and he had "been too much for Naples".

The pantomime developed loosely around the tale of Cinderella. Donald was Donald, the Prince was a lost it bafoon, the Sista a nogoodtramp and Buttons a bit confused

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald broke into a zoo and made love to a sloth

She is still chasing him

and the hotel fire alarm went off at 5.00am in the morning. They all looked dog rough, except for Donald who had matching blue cotton Pyjamas.

They never found out "who done it" but then again, when did they ever?