=See You Perverts Later=

[Sound of phone hanging up]

Yeah,

every man, woman, and child

has a story.

As stories go,

I was sure this one was gonna eat me.

Somehow, though,

as the years have passed,
I’ve come to think of it as a friendly
barracuda.

The main character is a man

who needs no introduction;

he gives it to me long and hard

for your viewing pleasure.

In the pool out back

his thingy is still moving in the water

and it looks so big now.

A wedding will take place in that house.

You can just sense it.

That explains why he had a spare nazi flag

laying around.

The stranger is just a rearrangement

of anger.

His alienation mirrors my own.

I went upstairs to survey the ruins

and put on a sexy outfit.

Then I shut up

realizing that he could lock me up

and ruin my whole Christmas visit.

When the timer went off

he carefully pulled it out
just as the instructions said.

So it wasn't my vagina I was thinking about

when my brother slipped into the room

—with a camera! 

Any items dropped inside,

as I well knew,

are transported to another time and place.