Even Tinier Tidbits of Madness
My psychologist said I'm bipolar. I told him I wouldn't have sex with either a male
or a female polar bear.
Bipolar? You gotta be kidding- I've never been to the north or the south pole!
Bipolar? Why in the world would I buy a pole? I don't even speak polish.
What they say about us trailer-trash folks is more than true. My next door
neighbor has a red pick-up truck, with an engine so untuned, you could hear it in
Spain. Wears plaid shirts, weighs 350 pounds, has a rifle rack in his pick up, the
sight is kind of scary. And his yard looks like something I'd describe as a cross
between the Sanford and Son yard and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. His
blinds are torn down the middle. There are enough parts of things about to start
a fresh industrial revolution. Sadly, he is the most sophisticated person in this
park. You gotta see when the mail truck comes, people come out of nowhere,
swarm about the mailboxs, like a scene out of the "Body Snatchers" where the
truck full of alien pods arrives, and people come out of nowhere. I mean, in this
park TV Guide is considered great literature!! I want outta' here! How did I wind
up here? What was I thinking?
So here we go again, my friends....Remember my offer of a free Tootsie Roll for
any comments, no matter how insulting (I'm used to that). chow
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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