Vindication awoke hungover, disgruntled and proceeded to emasculate another abbreviated news clip. Exasperated with tiresome drivel constantly quoting Garfield he searched in vain for immaculate reporting. Valiantly ignoring vivacious vixens with the biggest, loudest dance-routines, he decided not to apply logic, rather to invoke vainglorious abortions of dogmatic speeches that did exterminate any chance and distinguished Camembert from those devious dairy turncoats. What the hell! Flinging a piece of Havarti and starting a stirring of goulash, he felt intensely satisfied that he wasn't medicated; however, his defenestration and subsequent resurrection memory-loss had constructed a tuba symphony. This unwittingly surprised him. So much unexpected noise! Drastic measures would do nothing for her acceptance, nor