My next door neighboor decided to empty vials of poison into her end of the stream. It has migrated down to my end and I have become bloody inside my mouth. I am aware that it will be ok.
It got dark last night but there was light within the darkness that I am hoping is comprehensible. The hairbrushes are a welcome addition, always, even if they contain bucking babies. So today, I am bringing a bag of hairbrushes to work. I will offer to all of the nearby ladies that they may brush my natty long hair, deeply in need of brushing. I can tell by their eyes that they have been wanting to brush my tresses for months. Today is your day, ladies! Then, as a double use for the colorful brushes, I will use the back sides of them to smash and slap the ladie's back sides. Their truly squishy behind the scenes notions. I will coax them to remove their pantaloons and make welts on them. And if it doesn't work, then I will instead contemplate this heady scenario for many minutes, culminating, most probably, in a furtive trip to the men's room, if you receive my meaning.
Please forgive these wanton ways. I am new to the earth, in spite of having been here for so long.