between you and me…

Between you and me…

I have seven toes on my sinister foot. When I walk, I list in that direction. Shoes wear down on that side causing even greater leftist leanings.

Between you and me…

I like chartreuse but I’ve been told I’m a bit mentally loose; abstruse and obtuse. You’d have to be loony as a headless goose to go for the color of gastric juice.

Between you and me…

I voted for myself in the last presidential election. I did a spontaneous write in and then frantically erased my entry. I had to disqualify myself because I lusted after that man but only in my heart. I figured I wouldn’t make a good politician since I couldn’t commit to the actual dirty deed.

Between you and me…

My house is overrun by bunnies. They occupy every nook and cranny, breeding beyond their reputations; multiplying faster than a precocious sixth grader. I know a lab that will take them. I have no other choice since my dustbuster is on the fritz.

Between you and me…

Most of what goes on in my head is not socially acceptable. It’s a good thing I have a strong internal editor, otherwise, I’d be in a rubber room, drooling on myself from all of the medication they’d force on me to get me to stop listening to the voices. Don’t tell anyone.

Let’s just keep all of this between you and me.


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