once upon a time

once upon a time

there was a really big horse named Jazzy.

he left prints on my bed

room window. How did he

scale Rapunzel's tower without benefit of her follicles? Could he really be Spider Man after all? Or was it simply

that the spider veins in his legs had fooled him? No, he was no Spider Man. He had simply been caught in his own web of deceit. The follicly-challeged Rapunzel would have to

wait for another prince because this bastard was taking the elevator to the top floor of "Hair Club For Men". There was no way he'd be climbing anywhere, but on a plastic surgeon's

was the malformed nipple. Although it looked atrocious, at least he would be able to cover it with a shirt. His wife would understand. She would have to. The alternative was to

live a lie. But that was not happening, no siree. He flipped trough the phone book, looking for a nipple pride organization, dreaming of pride parades and nipple-palooza.