"Let me be the interior decorator of your

"Let me be the interior decorator of your heart". It came from a cage with a parrot. He was owned by a Lady's man. He learned all the guys successful openers. I bought the parrot

a bottle of whiskey and two notepads and I began to learn all I could from the charismatic wingflapper. I, in my scientific way, observed that after two glasses of whiskey, he

became extremely attractive. Whiskey always does that to me. I got drunk at a circus once. Once. Boy was that a mistake.

I ended up in the bearded fat lady's tent with a hangover the size of Jumbo the elephant & a big red swollen hickey on my...Um, & I found sequins stuck all over my ass. Circus sex

usually involves sea lions but it'd been their night off. So imagine my surprise when I found I was pregnant. I confronted the bearded lady and Bozo the Clown with the evidence.

"It's not mine," said the bearded lady. I believed her...him...it. But what about Bozo the Clown? I didn't remember whether the balloon he'd slipped on was broken when we

had left the circus ring but maybe it had broken when he'd tied it into a balloon poodle. Now that I'm carrying Bozo's baby, I'll never forget that night of madcap passionate love.

We left streaks of white grease paint all over the kitchen floor. It was wild. I fingered Bozo's nose in my lap. It was all I had left of him. Our baby would grow up without a dad.

Rapid transmission vapors usurped the war room.

There was no way to figure out what had happened prior to this but for the sake of his other 8 comrades, he did the best he could to save their words from languishing in oblivion.