There's a man who lives on Butler Street who's completely
out of his mind.
You see, he lives alone and everyday he wakes up and
there's no one there.
Then he gets out of bed and walks around his house
calling out "hello" as if someone just happened to be
squatting in his closet that day.
But then he gets hysterical and runs outside and starts
screaming like Charlton Heston in Omega Man until someone
comes outside and tells him to "shut up".
Then he smiles and laughs and does a little dance as he
struts inside,
confident that he's not the last man on Earth.
He does this everyday.
What the f*ck is wrong with people?
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