Our idyllic life in Southern California was cut short one fateful day in 1968. When Uncle Herman left my Aunt Lily. And the family. And most of all he left me.
You see among many other things Uncle Herman and Aunt Lily were swingers. They would go to all these swingers parties where everyone would throw their car keys or their broomsticks or whatever in the middle of the table. They would all drink and take drugs and get crazy until they were ready to leave. Then the woman would fish around in the bowl and whatever car key or broomstick or magic vial she would pick...why she would go home with that guy.
One night a succubus picked the keys to the Munster Mobile. And Uncle Herman went home with Carol Herman.
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1313 Mockingbird Lane
Wait--is that a coincidence?
Or is Carol Herman nee...Addams? Channing? O'Connor?
succubus
Thanks for the new word Troopr!
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