I saw a play a while ago.

The last line in it is “THUNDERING PUSSY ASS BALLS!”

It’s said loudly, by an old man, as he’s waving the German flag over his head.

He’s looking at the King of Germany, who is unexpectedly in a commoners kitchen.

The Kaiser, is extending his hand in courtship to a young german woman, who is normal in all regards, except her underwear is around her ankles.

This kind of spontaneous panty dropping is not at all unheard of.

Through out the 50’s an artist named Art Frahm, Arthur to all his friends and closest relatives, depicted women [suffering from this problem].

I dreamt last night, I was on a boat to heaven, and by some chance, I had brought my dice along.

Actually, I dreamt that I lived in the red light district of some town. Just, dirty, nasty, and run down. A burnt out hole kinda place. I blame playing Half Life 2 for those images.

On my way to work, I found a picture… like a 3″x5″. On one side, it was a black and white image of Rod Stewart. On the back side it was Deborah Harry. I took it to work with me, and blew it up on the photo copier. On my way home, I dropped it back where the picture was.

The next day, on my way to work, the enlargement I had made was gone. In it’s place was an even LARGER picture of Rod Stewart, and Deborah Harry.

I took it to work with me, and made it even larger. Again, on my way home I put it in the usual place.

The next day it was replaced with the same size of print, but instead of just one image, it was the original image size, end to end, and next to each other across the page.

I was elated. I laughed and laughed. I then wrote “THANK YOU” on the page, and went along, still laughing. It was so nice of my anonymous benefactor to pass along that happiness to me.