it was third grade. the teacher was miss hudlapp. she was kinda squat and lumpy - she smelled funny - but she was kind.
you know how some teachers have those, kind of, flaps on their arms - those big sacks of limp flab that like, dangle?
it sounds weird. but for some reason, as i watched those big old flaps of hers, i began to feel. well. oddly.
aroused. and then the horror began.
it was useless. like putting a baseball cap on the washington monument. and then. all at once . there he was.
monkeybone!!
how about it, doc? can you help me?
one question, doc - what did you mean when you said "imaginary"?
aw, monkeybone! at this rate i'll never find a good shrink.