Two Sisters...
The youngest has been incarcerated within the holy walls of a mountain top nunnery (for bad girls only) since the tender age of twelve. Seems she had only two teeny weeny but serious bad chick flaws. She had developed a permanent washboard wrinkle across her narrow forehead, which prevented the least new thought from coming through. Her name, by the way, was Candie (so named because the first time Candie visited a candy store she developed an angst related bleeding ulcer before she even got the sweaty pennies out of the back pocket of her designer jeans. Mikey hasn't revealed the 2nd one yet. The oldest, Gertie was a piece of work, the very quintessence of feminine pulchritude and elegance and conversational skills, according to Mikey. Her liabilities were limited to one: from birth poor Gertie was stricken with an extremely rare version of 'hoof and mouth' syndrome which left her deaf and dumb and speechless from the neck up and pony tail down. Gertie almost married once with a fellow afflicted with similar issues. To this day she still wears a bandaid with a tiny pink jelly bean pastie perched on top as a constant reminder of the blessed and most sacred event.
Much more to this nice story about the life and times of Mikey's Family.... (to be continued)
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