It May Be Too Late For Me
So I went to see the Rifftrax Live Show last week.
It was a collection of summer shorts.
(Okay, actually, just the skits in between were summery. The shorts weren’t at all.)
It was a fun show.
The name of one of the shorts was “Rhythmic Ball Manipulation.”
OMG…the perverse thoughts that ran through my brain!
I am apparently sick.
If there is an illness where all the symptoms are not-safe-for-work thoughts.
It can’t be contagious.
(Maybe you better run.)
(Just in case.)