I had an idea for a story as I was falling asleep last night. What if, instead of warts, blisters and compromised immune systems, STDs gave us benign but annoying ailments. Like insomnia. Or stuttering. Or strange but harmless personality quirks. "I slept with this girl I met at Shutter's and now I pass only on the right." "I went to the doctor and he gave me a shot of penicilin and now I'm recycling my newspapers again."
Ultimately, I think the story would prove that not only God exists in that world, but that He is also a Democrat.
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G-g-g-g-great uh-uh-uh-uh-Idea, Juh Juh Johnny!
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This is why I love you more than all the others.
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