“Goose, wake up and bring your camera.”
I slowly got out of bed this morning. Annie was in the other room. I grabbed my camera and wow… Annie dyed her hair white again, had on a cowgirl hat and had my security shotgun in one hand, and my guitar in the other. Oh, and she had no pants on.
“Annie, those are definitely not yours. What are you doing? This is very confusing…”
“Take pictures!”
“Annie, you are what some people call, a ‘weirdo’. That better not be loaded, you dangerous little shit.”
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