Big Mama Ain't Happy
His head in her lap
On both knees, begging, pleading
She couldn't care less
This story was related to me by a friend, and I so wish I had been there to see this strange sight. A very, very large woman was sitting on a bus bench in a polka-dotted dress. There was a man on both knees in front of her; he had his head on her knee, and every so often he would lift his head and say something to her, and then put his head back on her knee. She never looked at him. What did he do? WHAT DID HE DO? Did he not iron her large and tent-like dresses to her satisfaction? Did he swat her cat Mr. Tibbs because he ate his corned beef? Did he get rid of her Limited Edition Peter Dinklage Commemorative Plate with 24k edging? It is things like this that keep me up at night postulating myriad hypotheses. And yes, I wrote everything here just so I could further write "postulating myriad hypotheses."
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