As Martha Scissors Stewart and I ride up to the airstrip, we watch as you soar into the distance. On the tarmac, there stands a lone vigilante, with truth and justice beaming from his golden red hair. It is Walker Texas Ranger.
He looks over at us and sees her, the woman he misses, the only one for him, Martha Stewart. They had a passionate affair back in the late seventies, when he was but a humble martial artist, and she a simple girl, with dreams of becoming a housewife, not yet hardened by a life of crime.
She climbs off the bike, and runs into his awaiting arms. He offers her the world, and she tells him that she only wants the cookie, and her heart is his forever.
His ginger soul musters up all the righteousness held in the American Dream, and suddenly his steely blue eyes emanate a tractor beam that pulls your plane back to the landing strip.
He pulls out a walkie talkie and explains the situation to his friend Macguiver. Suddenly, on a lasso made of duct tape, a twinkie, and seven pennies, Macguiver swings into the cockpit of the plane, smashing the window glass, grabs the cookie, and then does a triple backflip onto the ground below. You are in shock and can do nothing but stare.
He runs over and hands Walker Texas Ranger the cookie. He gives it to Martha, as a pledge of his undying affection. "Everything up to this point," he pleads, "has been to make America a safer place for you, my love."
Martha looks over at me and says, "Hey kid, I think you'll need this.", and tosses me the cookie. I nod my head in a gesture of thankfulness.
I put the cookie in my pocket and walk away from the airport. I hail a cab, and mention that I'd like the driver to take me to the nearest Motel 6. As I drive away, I look back on to the tarmac and witness the purest and most passionate kiss.... and I think I can hear America the Beautiful playing gently on the wind.
A photo of Walker Texas Ranger's Lady Fair, Martha "The Scissors" Stewart on her motorcycle of doom.
He looks over at us and sees her, the woman he misses, the only one for him, Martha Stewart. They had a passionate affair back in the late seventies, when he was but a humble martial artist, and she a simple girl, with dreams of becoming a housewife, not yet hardened by a life of crime.
She climbs off the bike, and runs into his awaiting arms. He offers her the world, and she tells him that she only wants the cookie, and her heart is his forever.
His ginger soul musters up all the righteousness held in the American Dream, and suddenly his steely blue eyes emanate a tractor beam that pulls your plane back to the landing strip.
He pulls out a walkie talkie and explains the situation to his friend Macguiver. Suddenly, on a lasso made of duct tape, a twinkie, and seven pennies, Macguiver swings into the cockpit of the plane, smashing the window glass, grabs the cookie, and then does a triple backflip onto the ground below. You are in shock and can do nothing but stare.
He runs over and hands Walker Texas Ranger the cookie. He gives it to Martha, as a pledge of his undying affection. "Everything up to this point," he pleads, "has been to make America a safer place for you, my love."
Martha looks over at me and says, "Hey kid, I think you'll need this.", and tosses me the cookie. I nod my head in a gesture of thankfulness.
I put the cookie in my pocket and walk away from the airport. I hail a cab, and mention that I'd like the driver to take me to the nearest Motel 6. As I drive away, I look back on to the tarmac and witness the purest and most passionate kiss.... and I think I can hear America the Beautiful playing gently on the wind.
A photo of Walker Texas Ranger's Lady Fair, Martha "The Scissors" Stewart on her motorcycle of doom.
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