This was a story that really got to me. I just couldn't comb it out, man. It was pretty wide out, but I guess it's just my karma, man,  because, well, if you dig me, I'm here writing about it, ya know? 

How could anyone not love this insane 70s dialogue? (but "wide out"? I don't remember *that* one and I'm old!). Silliness abounds in other ways aside from the groovy lingo, if ya get me, Big Mamma. For ex., the husband's off in India, the wife fools around while knowing it doesn't make any difference at all with regard to her psychic husband's knowing about it all -- but she does it anyway with an expressed attitude that her husband's lack of proximity makes it all safe, only to later talk as if she'd known all along there was no escaping his all-seeing eye. But the silliness is what makes this a fun and really memorable one. This is one I listen to periodically so I can hate-love listening to the way The Plastic Man and his British-green-eyed lover talk to each other. Cracks me up!