Testing his sister, he strapped her down

Testing his sister, he strapped her down to the wall.

instinctively cover my rear. It wouldn't be the first time the seams on my pants had failed. But they were fine; the tearing must have come from somewhere else. I glanced at my

snood and saw that it had a huuuuuge hole in it. Damn. That was my favorite snood, like the one wore on special

occasions when I forgot myself. I wish I had more to say about that, except that the hole in the snood allowed me to show my face in a way that a hood might not. But I had tallow

cheekbones and they needed protecting from the elements. That's it, I'm saying no more about the snood. No more. Also my snood doubles as a bra when I'm behind with the laundry. No

thing else will I say about it...except this one last thing: my snood is very special to me. OK. That's absolutely THE last stood comment I'll make. (sigh) I adjusted my stood and

poured an extra tall glass of $100 chard over ice and grabbed the last stuffed mushroom. THIS IS THE LAST TIME! No more stood jokes. No more stood humor. No more stood on the stood

- I said, as I stoop up. But I swayed as the room seemed to spin. What kind of mushrooms were those? I wondered aloud. Just then a pink caterpillar rose from the corner of the room

and started devouring the couch and my obnoxious ginger roommate. Well, I thought to myself with my deteriorating mind. At least this trip isn't all bad flibberty squirtle rucks.