So, yeah, I apparently opened a dybbuk box

So, yeah, I apparently opened a dybbuk box by accident & Fizzuzu the Dybbuk of Indigestion now resides within me. I've tried everything (even calling Matisyahu, but he's powerless

against dybbuks these days, especially since he was run over by that semi. In order to thwart Fizzuzu I must first conquer my acid reflux. So today I looked up

my old pal Wilfred. Since I had no health insurance, I had to get my Prilosec on the black market. Wilfred was my connection. I signaled him from across the room by scratching my

gerbil. This rodent rides around in my front pocket for times just like this. Wilfred caught the signal. He motioned with his eyebrows that I was to meet him at 2 p.m., on the SW

corner of Elm and Treemont. Wilfred brought his mutt. The mutt was sniffing around me, looking for the gerbil hiding among my clothes. "Light bulbs, handi wipes, gerbil food and

that pink comb again. "Seems I have been carrying around that damned pink comb for 30 years without ever having picked it up." The mind picked up what the hand did not touch.

Dr. Odwalla said that was well put. Dr. Dishwalla jotted that down in his journal, so he would remember it. It was from Anonymous. The doctors left the pink comb on the table.

After reading Dr. Od and Dish-walla's journal, Det. Manatee combed the apartment for clues. "Aha! a pink comb!" He exclaimed. He adjusted his monocle & inspected it closely

. "Two different strands of hair!" said Det Manatee, "that can only mean 1 of 3 things: One - a single person entered this apartment & placed two strands of hair on the comb. Two -

a married person entered this apartment & placed two strands of hair on the comb but likely (3) 2 people live in this apt. & both placed a strand of hair on the comb. Case solved."