Last night, I snuck into the Sex therapy place to see Tiger Woods. I never found him. I found all sorts of people, but never got inside. The place was all french doors, and inside each room there were groups of people. All of them pointing and smiling at me. Dressed in business clothes. Nobody looked comfy.
Then when the woman who works there told me what door to go in, I went the other way to get in my car and leave. I was in knee deep mud, and wooded trails. I made it to a car, but didn't know what to do with the car.
hhmmmmm odd. I think I'm crazy.
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