INGROWN

Funny—and not a little unfortunate—no one really cares about an ingrown nail. If it could escape clipping, it might soon become clear that the only way out . . . is IN, like a neglected and futureless chorus girl wondering if there is life after ambition, and, in its travels within, after circumventing a trapped fart or two, it might stand a chance at romance with the highly rapacious Connie Colon, to name a few, and retiring finally amongst simply gardens of handsome curlies like itself!