My Friend Brother Otis

I have an imaginary friend, named Otis. I tell people that they need to visit with my friend when they do something that lacks common sense (something stupid). Yes, if their mental elevator is malfunctioning they need my friend, my imaginary friend who will help them in their make believe world. Unfortunately, not the real world, where the rest of us live and function. Now if I can find a real Brother Otis.

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