MadKerbal

Thanks for the fav on INKTOBER 13: Ash - Did I leave the iron on again?

I swear, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t sewn on. I know, because that happened. Twice. The first time was an honest mistake, really. I was hitchhiking my way down route 23B-7T21, on my daily commute to another co-workers divorce/funeral, and because I was in such a hurry to get there before they buried whatever was left after the settlement, that the next thing I knew, my head wasn’t where I last left it. But we found it without too much trouble. It was three states over running a weighted arm wrestling hustle on a pair of 17 year old grannies. The second time I lost my head was not so innocuous. It went missing just last week and I’m convinced my neighbour is using it to impersonate me at parties. I know that he has always been jealous of how wallflowers comment on the length of my nose hairs, but stealing a man’s head in order to pick up socially anxious wallpaper seems like a step too far if you ask me.

#OffWithHisHead