A New Sominod Thread

Sominod had spent the last three days helping a cousin move across town. Now, taking a day off, he leaned lazily against a bus-stop sign and squinted at what appeared to him to be a shapely woman across the street–with two heads. His reverie was interrupted by a paper plane poking him in the back of the head. He picked it up–the paper was purple, not white. After reading the message he hurried to phone his attorney because…