The Two Connies

 

Honey, you are the future.  I am the past.  Any tripping out over the future is because of love.

Anyway, you seem to make a career of disobeying me while I'm imprisoned here destitute and lonely.  Since I am the one who has to eat shit and live, I'm going to go ahead and go wherever my mind takes me and explore the haunted houses in the astral plane.  I don't like boys though, so I'll go there with my cats.   The Two Connies is a complex riddle which I can't explain here in public.  When everything is fake, it means that the fakery is also fake.  This is because you can't lie if the truth didn't exist.  

Rock concert!  I love the boots!