THE SCREAMER

The other day, I this woman I know had a very tear my hair out frustrating day. I She was so fraught with worms in my brain anxiety that there was a chance that spontaneous combustion or exploding into billions of pieces was a real possibility--and that might even have been more desirable than the worms anxiety . I This woman was driving when all of a sudden a scream erupted from my worm infested brain her throat. A blood chilling, honest to goodness screeching scream. It was so satisfying I she did it again. Five times. it is a highly recommended activity especially if the windows are rolled up all the way and the radio is on, Loud. To the soundtrack of Mamma Mia.

Ah, the joy of a good blood curdling scream. Better--and cheaper--than therapy and far better than baldness.