"Babe, what happened to my bathroom book?"
"Which one?"
"Well, any one of them. I think I had the Templars book in there and maybe one other."
"Try 6."
"Huh?"
"You had six books in there, precariously stacked and waiting to fall into the toilet or bathtub."
"Huh. Who knew? So where are they now?"
"The books? Well, I know this is going to sound kind of crazy to you but I put them on the bookshelf."
"The bookshelf?"
"Yes. The bookshelf. The shelf that was made, so I'm told, to put books on. Specifically to put books on. Even more than six."
"Well, put them back into the bathroom because all I had to read while I was in there was Munchkin's 'Ten Apples on Top,' and you know, by the fifteenth or sixteenth reading, I found there was some powerfully disturbing subtext in there."
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