Nobody Suspects…
The surgeon looked at Ellen and asked:
“Can we talk about this?”
“No.” She replied.
“But we just…”
“No, I did. You just took it like a man.” She fondled a giant black strapon.
“You hypnotized me!”
“No one will believe you, bitch.”
Ellen left the hospital closet and smirked. Nobody suspects the cleaning lady.
I was zapping a couple of hours ago when I happen to notice Grey’s Anatomy was on. Don’t ask me what season, I have no idea, but I barely recognized anyone I saw so it was probably one of the most recent ones. I actually watched the first couple of them when Katherine Heigl was still a regular – she was one of my celebrity crushes for a while – but then completely bailed out on it. The few glimpses of today’s episode involved a supply closet and we all know the stories of the things that sometimes happen inside them but how many of them involve hypnotic sodomization? Probably not many, if any. Well, this one came to mind after that and so I went with it.
Tired Again
“You look tired, Jack,” Dean noted.
“That’s because I am,” Jack replied, hands on his head.
“Working on your book all night again?”
“Not quite.”
“What then?”
“Wanda decided to test my hypnotic suggestibility once more so she had me role-play the characters.”
“Really? How many?”
“All one hundred and twenty.” Jack’s voice faltered.
“Ouch!”
Yes, I’m tired. Another month of work comes to an end and it was quite something. Despite the family issues you already know about, I still managed to produce an insane amount of content although I always wish I could do even more. That’s just the way I am.
Anyhow, I didn’t actually write this one because I’m tired. Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to use the number one hundred and twenty on one of these because it’s the 120th day of year 6 of this challenge. We’re four months into the year, a third is gone and there are two more to go. So far so good and let’s hope it stays that way.