What can YOU say in six sentences?
I usually step over stuff like this, but I hadda hit the John and when I walked past it on my way back up the hall (not stubbing my toe like I usually do and waking Marge because this time I remembered to turn on the hall light) I stopped and picked it up, the book, the fallen book in front of Lisa's bedroom, the one that said "Fury" on the cover and, well, you know me, can't pass up a chance to fury about something. I lifted the book and opened it to page one like I've seen Lisa do and started looking at the words, great long strings of spaghetti words, marching band words, and HEY, bad words, Marge cuffs me when I even THINK those words (how does she know?) and names that remind me of something I saw on TV when I was just a boy, younger than Bart even. I kept looking at the names and the words and for a while I felt like I was bobbing on a wave and every once in a while the wave would dump a truck of salty water on my head and that pissed me off but thinking about spaghetti strands of words started to make me hungry. I took the book with me downstairs to the kitchen (it was too dark to read) so I opened the fridge, took out a donut, sat at the table and watched the words going by by frigerator light (who cares if Marge will kill me for leavin' the door open), I was getting to the good part now where it looks like this guy is gonna whack his sister! This was getting pretty good, it had all the right stuff to be an EPIC 3-D movie, one I could even take the little woman to see! My donut was done, as they all come to end in my hands, so I lovingly licked the last of the glaze from table and wondered why I had Lisa's book in my hand, so I slapped it shut (now with an orange sprinkle between pages 200 and 201) put it back and crept back into bed wondering if the guys down at Moe's Tavern ever read a book by frigerator light?