Monday, January 17th, 2011
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Monday 17 Jan 2011
Sunday
post gunshow, post pie, we stood in the undisclosed location contemplating a pink hair roller coated with tufts of fuzz, which in the dim light looked almost green.
The promise of huffing toluene hung in the air like holly. My mind took me to a place where a woman with curlers geometrically arranged in her hair was surrounded by a circle of oompalloompas on stilts, doing unspeakable things to the hollow pink curlers, while singing and flailing their arms in a Busby-Berkeley inspired kaleidoscope of naked orange midgets with green hair and green fuzzy pubes, calling up the mayo in unison as they sang.
And then this morning I got this in email.
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Monday 17 Jan 2011
Overheard at the gunshow:
As a statuesque brunette walks by, carrying a corn dog like a microphone…
Me: I want to watch her eat that.
Ed: I was just thinking the same thing.
Me: With some mustard. Or perhaps mayo.
Ed: Mayo could be good on a corn dog.
Me: You go suggest it, I’ll grab a couple packets of mayo.
Monday 17 Jan 2011
From Spam:
“Hey, I would like to talk to you about your secret kink. I heard you like to imagine hookin up with a hot tranny. I bet I can help you explore your secret taboo fantasies.”
Thing is, how’d they know? Was it the gold lame jumpsuit?
