"There," I said, applying the last needle into your shoulder, "this shall release positive energies across your inflamed neck and upper back."
"The needle or the mini-corn dog?" you asked, confusedly.
I laughed at your little joke, then continued to apply olives, pickled herring, barbecue meatballs, and baby corn to the remainder of the needles.
"Uhm, what's going on? And who are all those people coming in?"
"Guests," I said, turning away to greet Yvonne and her fiancee, Ahmed. "Welcome! Let me take your coats..."
"But I'm not dressed!" you shrieked, trying to wiggle off the table. I hurriedly replaced a chunk of pepper-jack that had fallen off your forehead, and then tied a bow around your neck.
"Silly me, thanks for pointing that out," I said, as several dozen hungry guests circled you.
"I hope that's a vienna sausage," giggled Mitzi, plucking a morsel out of your gluteus maximus.
"I hope you've got a good lawyer!" you screamed.
Again, I laughed at your joke.What a time!
2007-11-05
15:52:48
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