I am beginning to think that an invisible monkey has drilled a tiny hole in my skull. This hole is just big enough to fit the nozzle of a can of Elliot mousse. The invisible monkey visits me regularly to fill my mind with Elliot mousse. There is no other logical explanation for the way he looms large as a cloud shadow.
I phoned Elliot in rehab a few days ago, despite swearing that I would never ever do such a thing again. The two times before that he was hostile, aggressive and not a little like a bastard. But this time. This time he was just like the picture on the can. This time he said I hate these short phone conversations, they're a real prick tease. I said So do I.
I phoned Elliot in rehab a few days ago, despite swearing that I would never ever do such a thing again. The two times before that he was hostile, aggressive and not a little like a bastard. But this time. This time he was just like the picture on the can. This time he said I hate these short phone conversations, they're a real prick tease. I said So do I.
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Actually I haven't a clue, I just know that when you are in love or infatuated all sense and reason gets thrown ovrboard.