Disclaimer: The following scene is nowhere near as funny as
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The Scene:
Just now, as Shamela prepares to go sing in public for the first time in approximately 11 years.* And yes, True Believers, she IS up this early on a Saturday morning.
The Players:
Shamela and her B.H.
Shamela: (nervously, while brushing out hair) Sometimes my subconscious isn't so subtle.
B.H.: (while brushing teeth) Skrrt-skrrtwha?
Shamela: Well, I dreamed last night that I slipped on the flooring on my way up to the platform** and fell. When I looked down, I had a big ol' bone poking out of my knee.
B.H.: (spitting) Aw, sweetie. That's just your subconscious wishing you "Good luck."
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Bah-DUM-bah. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. You've been swell. He's here all week--try the veal.
*Just in choir, not alone or anything. Sheesh--do you think I'm crazy? But STILL. Wee bit of nerves, here.
**This has happened before. It's not so far-fetched. The slipping, that is. Not the bone poking out of the knee. Kneecap on opposite side of leg, yes. Bone poking out? Not so much.