I must be tripping...white shirt becomes tie dyed....

So, I'm walking down the street. Minding my own business. When out of nowhere come these really crazy looking freaks in tie dyed t shirts. They asked if I was thirsty and I said, "No." Of course I wasn't gonna drink something from some fruitcake in a tie dye. I did, however, ask if they had some Visine or ClearEyes drops that I could use. Funny thing, all six of them tie dyed bozos had some. I'd gander it was generic because they weren't labeled. Well, this sis about where things go a little fuzzy. I remember looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a tie dye on me that was moving. Yup, moving...and, changing colors too. I distinctly remember leaving home in a white shirt. My hair had gone gray also...then green, orange, blue, purple and some color I have never seen before. I woke up and did not know where I was. It was pretty darned cold though. Come to find out I was in Nova Scotia of all places. Apparently, I wandered into an ostrich farm and was somehow corralled with all of the ostriches onto a cargo plane bound for Argentina. Once in Argentina, I was immediately branded "El Loco Diablo." No idea what that means. I do know that I was injected, multiple times, with ostrich tranquilizer and then placed on the next plane out of the country. Which happened to be bound for, you guessed it, Nova Scotia. It is illegal, for some odd reason, to enter Nova Scotia naked, on a transport plane with "El Loco Diablo" tattooed across your forehead and back. Who knew. The next plane to the States leaves in an hour. Wonder what happened? It should be Wednesday and it's Friday. Darned tie dyed kids. Jimmy Tie Dyes.