Beard Lure
Beard Lure
US $17.99
Should I be behaving like this?
I'm a very average person who has a regular job in middle management, regular routine, regular interests, rather large beard! etc.
But recently I have taken to rising on the third moon of the Winter Solstice, to stand in front of my full-length mirror wearing nothing but the carcass of my long deceased guinea pig, Alan, screaming Anti-Jainist slogans at myself in medieval German, while stabbing my groin with a large drill bit I keep under my wife's pillow. When I become too hoarse to keep screaming I run out into the street in the false belief that I am being lured into hell by the erotic dances of Beelzebub, ejaculate on the hydrangeas, and fall unconscious for what can be as little as five minutes to several days.
My wife puts this down to silly horseplay, but I wonder if it could be an indication of some kind of underlying emotional issue.
Any advice?
Cheers x
your a freak, get some help
