As I return from my jog I pass some bleachers. Two beautiful blonds call out to me: ‘We’re single! You’re single!’ I give them dual thumbs up and then trip and stumble as I continue on. I hear laughter. Later, inside, I recline on the couch in an embrace with the taller of the two. I am awestruck by her familiar beauty. She seems to be attracted to me too. Then I see the problem: she is crazy. She channels Napoleon and her bare skull face is tightly bound with many windings of dental floss.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #346: She Is Crazy
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