Answer to question 25, on page 116.

Ron was having a peacfully romantic dinner with his wife, Paula, yep, with candles, dimmed lights, and all that jazz. They had just finished their salad, a nice grouping of vegetables and the occasional pomagranate, for zest, as well as a rare italian vinigrette. When all of a sudden, Ron went into the kitchen to get their filet mignons. When he got these he was struck by the fact that he was missing the A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses. Ron asked Paula were he could get A1 at this hour, Paula said that there was A1 in the local cave. Ron, in dire need for A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses, goes to the local cave. He ventures deep into the cave when instead of A1, he finds a baracuda! With legs! Oh! What a twist! Betcha didn't see that one coming! He runs, screaming, out of the cave and escapes, unscathed. Outside the cave Ron remembers how much he needs A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses. Ron, driven by his desire for A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses, goes back into the cave. Once inside Ron peers deeper into the gloomy depths of the cave, and sees the A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses. Ron grabs the bottle of A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses, and bolts towards the entrance of the cave, only to notice that he has grabbed the cheap Canadian knock off, Eh1, which is not served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses. Ron drops the imposter and runs back to grab the real bottle of A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses, he grips the neck of the bottle and takes off for the enterance to the cave. Ron dodges the baracuda and yells "It's served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses!" as he bolts past. Ron runs as fast as he can towards the opening at the end of the cave, Ron escapes the horrors of the local cave, with the A1, which is served in 9 out of 10 steakhouses. All of a sudden, Bill Romanowski grabs him and uses his huge, steriod enlarged, muscles to drag the screaming Ron back into the cave. Which is actually the back door the the ESPN Sports Center. OH TWIST!

You know you wanted me to post it,

Brad.