Ever get that funny deja vu feeling?

Ever get that funny deja vu feeling?

No. My every experience has been an inimitable snowflake too dull to inspire comparisons to the present moment. Speaking of dull, your line of questioning

could seriously use some pizazz. Get away from the typical, boring interrogation technique. Use some adjectives.

Typically vague:"use some adjectives ". Big? Red? Shiny? Glandular? Bilious? Terminal? Pea-green? I sucked so hard on my biro I got a blue tongue, but no more adjectives came to me

mind. This, I realized, was intellectually beyond me, so I escaped into the back door of The Buddha Belly Bar, where it was happy hour. I forgot I had a blue tongue, which is why

I hate sidling so I dropped kicked Blondie's chowchow into a ditch.

Since when did Blondie get a chowchow? "Where's Daisy?" I asked her. "You, you brute. My poor Snuffles." That's when Dagwood gave me a knuckle sandwitch with all the fixings.

Beef knuckle makes a fine sandwich, & Dagwood had piled it high with alternating layers of everything. I lay on the couch with the sandwich on my belly. Blondie bludgeoned me with

a 40 ounce salami package, leaving me hungry and in a semi-conscious state. I remember flinging my arms in an effort to get back to my senses, but it was too late, I was tenderized