I would walk up to him and say, “Hey mister, are you John Day?”
Then he’d say, “Yes. Yes I am, how can I help you?”
And I’d look him slowly up and down and say, “More like John Gay!!!”
And everyone in the store would be like, “Oh snap-a-doodle-do!!!”, and high five me while tears roll down John Day’s cheeks and he wets his pants and we’d all laugh even harder at that too. Then flies and badgers would be attracted to the smell and he’d lose his job and become a bum or a parking warden.
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.