Saturday, September 26, 2015
-Well I know that YOU’RE crazy.
-We always say that to each other, but...quantify!
-One a scale of one hundred...with...?
-Top being totally bananas!
-I assign you seventy-one.
-You’re kidding! That’s down the homestretch!
-Not at all. Quarter pole. Your future ahead of you.
Murkily. Wet track, you see!
-Sixty-four I’m saying for you, another Mudder.
-Not as coated as you.
-Nope. I’ll be relying on you as I disintegrate further.
-And we’ll both be relying on Stella and Norma.
-My Norma for normal?
-Close to it.
-I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna rely on your Stella.
-Doesn’t affect me since I stopped listening.
-Shhhh! They always say we don’t listen.
-The girls have neurotic quiddities, though, and deserve
a number therefore.
-Quite fair. AND Equal Opportunity! Fifty-five sounds
-In summary, the quartet, in their various personas,
tracks off to Nutsville.
-Can be lovely country around there.