In an homage to a recently completed story

In an homage to a recently completed story I decided to start a fold by playing a random song on iTunes & basing my fold on the lyrics. Naturally the first thing that came up was

Benny & the Jets. So of course my story was about a girl with electric boobs and a mohawk too. You know I read it in a magazine....ohhhh-hoooo. Yes, Benny's boobs were electric &

if I touched them I'd get a little shock running up & down my arms. Ooooohhh! Benny was a fascinating creature. With her fuschia mohawk, jet powered wings & lightbulb breasts,

Benny had a lot of work done. It was really overcompensation for lack of integrity according to her Ugandan therapist, who by the way, was pissed that Benny's checks bounced.

When Benny's Ugandan therapist moved into her basement (& that's not a euphemism) in lieu of unpaid invoices, Benny retaliated the only way she knew how. The therapist swore in Ik

onderise (her native language) that the therapist would leave her basement immediately. "No." The ugandan therapist replied, sitting down. "Now tell me about your troubles,

I speak no English." I grunted and pointed to the window, with its views of The City of Thieves. The Ugandan therapist defenestrated himself after requesting I open the windows.

"Open the what?" I inquired, "I told you I don't speak any english!" The Ugandan Therapist picked himself up and pulled the window up. Hanging his head out, I felt the urge to push

past him and hang my head out there, too but the stench of the sweaty streets made me topple backwards onto the copy machine. The Ugandan Therapist turned and smiled at me.

"That's all right, I always wanted a copy of your butt cheeks!" He chuckled and we got drinks with helium mixed in. EET WEES FEEN! (It was fun!)*Hic cough Burp!*