Monday, January 28, 2013

Truth or Dare?

When my blood sugar drops and I'm reaching a level of homicidal hunger,
I sometimes drive thru a fast food restaurant
 and get their big kids meal.
I always ask for the boy toys,
pretending I'm picking it up for a son or nephew,
so no one suspects I'm going to pig out on it as soon as I'm out of sight.
But today for some unknown reason I asked for a girl toy.
When I got it out of the bag,
a half a block away,
I almost went back to exchange it for a boy toy.
But then I realized that sometimes
every girl deserves a tiara.
This is mine.

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