"I Cannot Imagine"
"What did you think then you wake up with that tennis racket so loud you can't hear yourself fart? Do you ever wonder where they get the tennis balls from? A big cave filled with them drips green ooze, from the dye they get the ketchup on your fries from. Red like the balustrade at the Met.
Wow, she thought, I really want a peanutbuttern'pickle san'wich on Rye bread. I'm pregnant, surely. Her date noticed her mind wandering and stopped babbling. Too late.
