Oh my "Dear Lord Goddess" such fodder....
It sounds like my dear sister has been smoking, something.
IT BURNS, IT BURNS, Please make it stop.
I have thought it an I just can not UNthink it.
I have this inexplicable need to know, were you, in fact doing "The Hokey Pokey,
while you were doing what ever it was, that you were doing with
your right leg and are you thusly addicted?
As I sit here, contemplating soaking my head in a bucket of bleach water,
attempting to erase the mental imagine that is now playing on an endless loop, in my head,
I am reminded, that in a post a few months back, you stated
that you thought we "Americans" are weird.
Modern psychology has recently made enormous strides
in the treatment of such debilitating afflictions.
Do not lose hope, my dear, poor, sweet sister, we are here for you.