As every orifice in my head fills with mucus, I wonder how much more my head weighs than normal. Is this what a bobble head would feel like if it was granted life? That’s it! I have been cursed by a bobble head. It is revenge for building him with such a disproportionate head and yet not blessing him with a brain to fill it. Makes you wonder if this is the beginning of a Wizard of Oz reboot staring me, the human bobble head, as the fill in for the scarecrow. My new take on the classic song would be, “If only my head would drain! “
Slowly the world resolved itself and Dorothy walked out of the house. “Crap,” she said, noticing the feet sticking out from underneath the house, “I’m going to need a lawyer.”
‘Do you want to play a game?’
David reached behind the computer and flicked the switch. “No, not really,” he said.
“Life is like a box of chocolates, you eat the whole box then puke them up,” said Forrest.
“Why do you say that?” asked the African American woman sitting on the bench next to him.
Forrest pukes in her lap. “Because it hurt my tummy,” he said.
I look at my computer screen. “I can’t even write good fan fict! Time to hang it up,” I say to myself as I push away from the computer. I pause before getting up. “Then again, maybe one more try.”
Dr. Who stepped out of the tardis and into the hot African jungle. The man in front of him seemed to go blue with streaks of lightning for a moment. As the man looked around, trying to get his bearings Dr. Who said, “Dr. Beckett I presume?”
Dr. Becket replied, “Oh boy.”
I smile. “I’ve still got it baby,” I say and dive back in.