Stories From The Head

What could he say? What could he say? -His boss was right when asserting that Jinim-Jinim-Jinim was a lovely sight. “I especially favour the påppi-parts of your body!” His Boss, Båssma, used to say. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim, however, would smile reluctantly in return. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim knew all too well that his boss did not crave the same thing as she did. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s boss needed love. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim didn’t need love. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim needed treatment of his worn-out cinet. His cinet hadn’t worked for quite a while now, and it had become a great distraction to her. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim was embarrassingly aware of this fact, but how could Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s boss, Båssma, possibly know? Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s boss, Båssma, couldn’t possibly know this. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim looked himself in the mirror, saying: “Hello, old gal...oh, Jinim-Jinim-Jinim...nothing has changed...you are still the same old Jinim-Jinim-Jinim...the same old Jinim-Jinim-Jinim nothing has changed...you are still the same old Jinim-Jinim-Jinim...the same old Jinim-Jinim-Jinim...” Just as Jinim-Jinim-Jinim had his little monologue, Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s boss, Båssma, entered: “Oh, there you are, old gal..nothing has changed..you are still the same old Jinim-Jinim-Jinim...my very own Jinim-Jinim-Jinim...” Jinim-Jinim-Jinim all of a sudden understood: The tables had turned. Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s boss, Båssma, did not want love, while Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s heart was thirsting for love...As Jinim-Jinim-Jinim’s boss, Båssma, started performing “the act”, Jinim-Jinim-Jinim came to think of the old tune “Watch out, Jinim-Jinim-Jinim, tables will turn!” For the first time in his life, he understood the meaning of these lyrics. Or did she...?

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