Me And My Soul
Me and my soul, we used to hang out a lot together.
We were like two twin peas, occasionally masquerading like two twin peaks, especially to crash some random party.
I remember one time, there was this bachelor party and all the guys there were waiting for the cute chick with the bunny tail to pop out of the pink giant cake..And instead, who erupted from the cake splashing the cream in everyone’s face: the two of us as two twin peaks wearing a bow tie, casually eating a Twix.
Those were fun times.
We used to hitchhike doing the moonwalk dance right in the middle of the highway, looking like we were moving forward but actually going backwards, looking like one single butonned-up fellow but actually being two. And all the truck drivers would be freaked out at the sight of us, thinking they reached some sort of twilight zone where one minute you pick up a hooker and next minute it turns out it’s your mother in law.
Those were really fun times.
However, just recently, my soul showed up at my doorstep all wrapped up in a latex suit, like a currywurst without curry, sporting a fan in his hand and a bichon frise as a hat.
He introduced himself to me as the New Universal President of the New Universal Drag Queen Association Now and Forever, Amen.
Wtf?! He thinks he is in?!
I think I am out!