Who could blame you? Naked moles are always distracting.
One cheery autumn evening, I was happily eating
corn on the cob while contemplating driving to the local
disco in my faithful
Toyota, so that I could impress my crush with a bevy of sweet dance moves (get off the floor, John Travolta.)
However, my plans were quickly abandoned as I was walking back from the corn field... and, being my usual clumsy self, got a
rake in the face. End of story.
As I sit and wait for the swelling to go down, I happen to notice:
1. a pair of gloves; 2. a set of gel pens; 3. a pot of spaghetti; and 4. and over-sized coffee mug...
Who's going to tell the next story?