His bags were packed, his wallet was in his

His bags were packed, his wallet was in his pocket, the taxi was outside, but something was missing. Something very important was missing. He runs back into the house and

catches his wife bouncing naked on a very large orange Pilate ball, and behind her, wearing Superman underwear...the milkman...

cometh. It was a strange take on Eugene O'Neill' s play, but I like to think I'm a sophisticated thespian. When it was over, the audience clapped politely. I, for one, would rather

stand & clap loudly to show my appreciation. It was a good play. But I just sat there all prim & proper. Sometimes living under such social restraints made me feel like a zombie

. I feel trapped, because my social anxiety restricts me! The play I just saw was about, ducks, if I remember correctly. I want to make friends, good ones though, ones that listen!

The problem is, I've tried to go out there and make friends. I even talked to this really cute girl, but I got scared and talked about the mysteries of the universe. She then decid

To attend Burning Man and not get laid. The Masters of the Temple were wearing purple robes and black triangular hats. They carried sceptres with magical powers. Accelerating the

eschaton was not in their interest. It wasn't unheard of but for now they were relegated to Probably Harmless. That was fine with Celine as well, as things were easier to predict

, and so she finally felt it was time to realize her dream of opening a fortune-telling tent. She got the turban, etc., but the night the tent went up it was ruined by a tornado.