by Mr. W
“I dreamt I cut off a woman’s toes last night,” he recounted. “One by one. Snip by snip.”
He continued, “Was I forced to do this, or was it for pleasure, in my dream? I couldn’t tell.”
Mild applause spattered the banquet hall. He would go on to take fourth place in the All-County Regional Worst Pickup Line Invitational.
THE END
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