Another fine mind warp in the dark of night. Roll up your pants legs, it's gettin' deep. |
| Dear Wife, There seems to have been a collision in one of the closets. The crash involved a tall glass structure with many different faces inside. The only victim I found was a fruit punch sucker. Although it was in fairly bad shape, and I wasn't sure just what to do, I administered mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as long as possible; I'm sorry, but the dum-dum didn't make it. It must be a magical dum-dum because when I took it out of my mouth after the resuscitation efforts and looked at the end of the stick, it had disappeared. My Apologies, Husband |