I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face waving my arms all around and just running, running, running like a constipated weiner dog and as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches I'll never forget the first thing she said to me. She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face" that's when I knew it was true love.
We were inseperable after that, aw, we ate together, we bathed together we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got married and we bought us a house, and had two beautiful children - Nathaniel and Superfly Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah.
But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me she said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said "Woah, hold on now, baby I'm just not ready for that kinda commitment!" so we broke up and I never saw her again but that's just the way things go in Albuquerque.
