Story Jam 2.4 Hirsutomania

Oh no, 2:00 a.m. and I can’t sleep. I guess I’ll get up and start that project I’ve been avoiding. I am so excited that the world will be mesmerized by my embroidered tassels. Of course, the tassels were hanging from a part of my body that interested half the population.

“But which half was it?” I wondered, as I thought about the half that was dwarves, the half that was insane or the half that was sadomasochistic.

The bearded lady was an autoeroticist’s dream; a hermaphrodite to dwarf all hermaphrodites.

Gillette has the answer: “Shave, lady -- there goes the dream!”

The hirsutomaniac drowned his loss in a bottle of gin.