Concerned reader Sally of next door writes:
"Hey, I've been reading about your head injury. Are you healing well? Gee, that's awful."
I am fine, thank you, except every time I blink, I see spots.
Um, wait. That's just me.
I'm gonna need more Porcelana Fade Cream.
Or, perhaps, clothing.
The gash healed fast. I was extremely lucky. No one made me shave my luxurious mane.
(Conditioner, Tuesdays at seven.)
The amount of Mikey blood was more alarming to me than anything else. I thought I was a goner on my way to Hell.
Fortunately, I was wrong. I'll only be relocating to:
Elite Seating, Row 6
470 State Hwy 248
Branson, MO 65616
Please update your address books.
Oh, and repent.
Now!
1 comment:
Now? Really, man, just let me finish my coffee and I'll repent. Wait, I'll finish the coffee, kill a couple homeless men, and then repent. I need to get that done before Monday.
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