I really shouldn't have been looking. But

I really shouldn't have been looking. But their blinds were open and I couldn't help myself. They were

exposing their melons and god knows I love a good pair of Casabas as much as the next Peeper but damn it why was I so fascinated with their melons, after all their nude breasts

were totally tiny compared to the awesome melons they had stacked on their table. So I said, "Hey lady, put away your mosquito bites, let's have a fruit salad instead." So she

she declined. She was on Gwyneth Paltrow's bacon, chickpea, and carrot juice detox. She said it had changed her life. She blew her nose on her sleeve and thanked us, then

boarded the train bound for New Jersey. "Good riddance," I said to my friend. He nodded in response. "What a loon." We retired to the man-cave and played the classic fighting game,

Greek gladiator thumb wrestling. We took off our clothes and locked our hands on the regulation green felt table. I bested him two out of three. We put on bath robe and went to the

garden where my butler brought us some chai tea and biscuits. We obviously had a lot to talk about especially since I learned during our battle that he was my brother.

He was a Hindu believing in reincarnation & I was a born again baptist believing in the Last Judgment. My bro' & I got into a heated argument & found out who was right when

the argument proved to be too much for both of us; and we both died of a heart attack.