it's beginning to look a lot like a mental breakdown
Bordering on delerious.
Monkey Balls. I need Monkey Balls. 1 or 2. Walking into six, seven, eight stores. Ask "Do you have Monkey Balls?"
Hahahaha. I don't have Monkey Balls! Balls, get it? Hahaha.
Kick salesboy in nuts.
Must. Have. Monkey Balls.
Excedrin. Sleep. Never go to Best Buy again. Line long. Very long. Around the store long. Recording of Babs Streisand singing Jingle Bells. Must never hear that version again. My ears, they burn.
No Fargo. No Angel Season 1. No Double Dash. Everything on list: No. No. No. No.
Sob. Fall on floor. Go into fetal position. Scream about Super Monkey Ball. Santa wacks me on head with Slayer boxset. No, Santa. Please don't hurt me. I'll be good.
MONKEY BALL WHERE ARE YOU? WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?
So very tired.