I saw Björk last night. She was wearing an orange dress, electric blue stockings and sneakers. She is tiny and nimble.

I am neither.

Yesterday I went downstairs to get my laundry. The one-legged man was there.

“Your roommate told me you were unhappy about a certain cooonversaaation. Well, I apologize”

“Thanks for saying that.”

“Yes, I apologize. But I don’t think I was being disrespectful. We were just having a truthful cooonversaaation. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Are you uncomfortable around me?”

“No.”

 “It looks like you are.”

Yes, sorry for being such a dirty liar.