Today I went to a party and danced and danced. It was fun. I like going to raves especially underground raves at the top of buildings.

There was this man there, at the supermarket when I was looking at melons, he came up to my shopping cart and grabbed my melons, he said, “They are very firm.” So I hit him with a giant salami, he looked at me kind of weird and left, I said, “That’s right you better run”, and then he looked back and said, “I’m not running”.

With horror I realized I put my laundry in the same washing machine as his. If only there was more than one washing machine at super washing world laundry mat and Chinese restaurant, and that’s racist.

I knew there was only one way to separate my panties from his. So I marched right up to the Chinese food side of the super washer laundry mat and Chinese restaurant, which is racist. Because we all know Chinese people don’t wash there laundry, so why would a Chinese laundry matt own a restaurant that serves food and clothes, not in a dish mind you, anyway back to the story.

He asked, “One item or two? This was really weird because I don’t know many Mexicans who work at Chinese restaurant laundry mats who have French accents. So I looked at him and said, ” Qui es me chatte,” so he pulled out his guitar and when this happened, the guy who squeezed my melons knew I met business now.

Although he looked kind of confused now, He probably didn’t know he was shopping at a Chinese restaurant laundry matt, with a Mexican man with a French accent, prepared to sing him a song.

It was Mexican stand off, except only the Mexican guy was Mexican, unless he was French he sounded like he had a French accent. Which is weird because how many French speaking Hispanics work at Chinese restaurant laundry mats where people go shopping.

A tumble weed went by, nobody dared moved. Not even any of us. And by us I meant me, the melon squeezer and the Hispanic guy with the French accent holding the guitar. So while none of us were moving the Hispanic guy with the French accent moved, He tore his shirt like Carlos and began to sing black bird, you know the song by the Beatles. He walked toward the melons squeezing man while singing black bird. The man dropped his nuts, they were Planters’ nuts. Mixed nuts, in a jar, well not exactly a jar but a plastic jar shaped plastic jar thing.

Anyway, as the melon squeezer was dropping his nuts, I knew it was the time to act. So I pulled out my electric trumpet and made sure it was distorted. And played, ” Hey you,” by Pink Floyd, You know who pink Floyd is right, there not really pink. The name is Floyd but there is not really a person named Floyd in pink Floyd which is a band. A band that plays, “Hey you” which is interesting because I was playing Hey you. Not to be out done, the lemon squeezer ripped his face off, which wasn’t really his face; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to rip it off.