A Study in Grey Stripes

FB was patting me on my haid as she likes to do. Lady cannot keep her hands offa me on account of my palpability. She says to me, she says, "Poly, you got an occiput." Duh. "I KNOWS. Mi pulpo es estraña. Everyone knows that." She goes, "It's in your head." "Si, es verdad. I think about mi pulpo alla the time. It has eight arms, one for each day and two for Saturday." FB is muy estupido.

This AM she was patting my shoulders and said, "Poly, you got a scapula." I KNOWS! How else I gonna flip my pancakes?? She is the fontess of the obvious.

There are photos of me on a gamera. My secretary gotsta unload them.