Every time I think I’m a little too crazy, I come across a story like this one. You know, you could run a simple experiment: If medication makes the voices go away, then they weren’t real. Same with that whole Congolese penis-snatching epidemic.
And every time I think I’m a little too dirty, I come across a story like this one. His lawyer’s argument is that he was just crossing the park to get back to his hotel. But if you’re picked up for “loitering” at 3:45 AM in Central Park with a dildo in your boot, a bag of tina in your pocket, and a rope tied from your cock to your neck, Mary, you are not just taking a shortcut home. But you know what they say: Tina is such a bitch. (Although some people will insist that she’s merely a diva).
Secretly Ironic 