One day, Farty Jimbo was making Southwestern-style ass hair meatloaf when the phone rang. “What’s the date there?”
“July 21” said Farty Jimbo. Xnx “You should go down there to the Plaza and check out the Grassy Knoll.”
“Maybe I will” said Tuesday, “I’ll be back in 1998 soon.”
“I’m making a Southwestern-style ass hair meatloaf. I won’t even know you until 1998. “What’s the date there?”
“July 21” said Farty Jimbo. There’s only one kind of regular bra I can wear that I like that covers my areolas well. That’s neither here nor there. I’ll let you go. Fucken-a! He’s a serial killer and a cannibal!” said Tuesday
“Jeff is a great guy.” You’re full of shit …”
“Full of shit up to my ears?” interrupted Tuesday
“Hey how did you know I was going to say that?” asked Farty Jimbo
“Because when I met you in 1998, you always said that.
