
With Fruit of the Loom safely tucked away in her straight jacket and padded room. No worries Fruit of the Loom, those voices won't harm you anymore. Kaycee with a K and Stephanie with a PH returned to the D headquarters (DHQ) where we had a dip in the pool. With a sun hangover and a now developing pool hangover our stomachs screamed in hunger. Hunger = chocolate chip cookie sundae from Apple Trees. With this in mind, we lotioned up and got in the rocket ship and went on our merry way. After our visit to the moon (it's lovely by the way, Despicable Me did not harm it.) we blasted off to Apple Trees. We were seated and given menus that weren't much help in deciphering our food choices until we both grew grey hair and beards. Then we shaved them in the sink and were later scolded by the Prez of DHQ for it. We received our scrumptious meals, savoring every last bite. When asked to enjoy a nice dessert, we declined. Later to highly regret the decision we had made. So, we ordered dessert. Not just any dessert, THE DESSERT. Bold, underline! After the treat, we attempted to continue to the restroom. As the destination was fast approaching, Stephanie with a PH was distracted by a photograph of Marilyn Monroe and slowly began to unintentionally open the door to the men's restroom. Kaycee with a K acted in heroism to redirect Stephanie with a PH to the correct crapper. We then finished our business. We come, eat, leave a present, and leave. Upon realizing Kaycee with a K left her car keys at the eating table, she dashed back to he booth. What happened next will shock you. A waiter appeared out of nowhere holding a black tray of unknown consumable substances. In the race to retrieve the keys, she killed him. Only kidding, but he was seriously hurt and life flighted to the nearest crazy house as no one believed his hideous claim. How could a young, defenseless, poor child collide with a tray spilling it's contents on the clean rug below? It's unthought of. Believe it or not.
Love,
The Clumsies
Love,
The Clumsies
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