I had a dream about Columbo at a drag show. This is what came from it.
I'm waiting for him to explain to me how his newfound love of drag allowed him to prove I killed my business partner
Me (in my head): There's no way that he'll ever work out that I've duct-taped the murder weapon to my crotch and concealed it under several layers of underwear. It's stupid enough to be impossible to even consider, because why would anyone ever do that? This is the perfect crime and I've definitely gotten away with it.
Columbo: "Oh, and speaking of tucking, just one more thing,"

















