All I remember is complete and utter darkness, a great warmth, and a smell of fresh baking bread. That is what woke me up at first, that and the bread knife that nearly cut me off of my face. Wait a second this face is warmer and softer than it usually is in tthe mornings and why do I keep smelling freshly baked bread. Great another idiot lost me and I got stuck in a loaf of bread, just another Tuesday night for a nose like me. That guy up there looks alot like the dude that trims my yard and he looks really pale he must think he cut me off of my face. What is he doing with that handkerchief, that is just perfect another psycho that wants to get rid of me. I might as well go along for the ride for the time being he might take me back to my face.
Ok, we have been walking for 30 minutes and he has already tried dropping me on a street, I have to give credit to the police they can't do much but they will stop you in a heart beat for littering. I just hope this idiot does not drop me in a river somewhere over the rainbow.
funny. but would have been interested in the end as well.
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