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Discombob by Damien Rickner
Sunday, August 6, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
A bite size bit of who knows what.
I walked into the room wearing a green cellophane T-shirt, red jogging shorts, blue-striped tubed socks pulled up to my knees, and cowboy boots. Immediately a very well dressed man approached, eyes wide he asked, "Are you crazy?"
I pondered this for a moment and then answered, "Well, this is much better than my last dream... I had just met the president for a cup of coffee and a game of tic-tac-toe, but just when I was leaving I realized that I was completely nude except for a pink polka-dotted tie and flip flops. You'd have to agree that this is a much better outfit?"
"Yes I would, but this is no dream," he replied.
"Isn't it?" I inquired with eyebrow raised.
"No, I'm sorry, but it isn't. Would you like me to pinch you?"
"Please do," I affirmed, but the pinch never came and I never woke up... though, he did.
