Beyond the line

We are who we pretend to be. --Kurt Vonnegut

Here comes the bride,
All dressed and wide,
Her name is Clyde
And she reads TV Guide!

Junie B. Jones!


"Milkman!"
"There are no milkman anymore!"
"...cow!"

Shawn, Corey, and TOPANGA!

"My bra itches. I'm gonna take it off."
"Here?!"
"Yeah, why not?"
"You're in IHOP!"


After that incident, I ceased wearing a bra. No one noticed.

"Embalmer, oh great."
"What's an embalmer?"
"Someone who preserves dead people."
"Yeah, it helps keep them alive for a few more days."

Result: I now keep my mouth shut when unusual license plates go by.

Hyperspace--space that has not taken it's Ritalin recently.