I was so spaced out I didn't know it. I rode my bike in circles for hours. Little circles. I made love to crabs.
Eventually I sought help.
The psychologist was disgusted. "BE NORMAL!" he roared. "Take this underwear catalog and lock yourself in the outhouse. Feel DIRTY and ASHAMED like everyone else."
And the result? Now I have my ducks in a row, but I'm frigid.
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
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