Had a dream that I was being stalked by a pussy, a fairly fuzzy one at that. Nope. Just kidding. Not really. Not this one. This one, in fact, was freshly shaved and had pizza breath.
Had a weed follow me home. Said its name was "Harold", used to be king of England, back when it was called Angleand and stuff. We might start a non-profit garden together, just as a hobby. An experimental hobby.
Good news — I recently discovered that Woffort Wolderfarts isn't actually my uncle. And he isn't actually human either. More like a fungus or something (No wonder we could never get him to eat anything but week-old garbage and dog droppings.) So, bye-bye Farts.
Good news, for me at least — I finally completed my course in how to finally complete courses (home study version), and am ready to die young. (That's an advanced course, and I might be too ornery to qualify but am willing to cheat.)
Good news, one hopes — Trilby Twinkleham has re-opened the local hobby shop once run by our favorite community uncle, Old Sam Netherklaws. Now, once again, we may be able to get our nippers sharpened, or perhaps even be able to buy new. We hope! As always! Netherklaws Nippers have always and forever been the best nippers, and we do know it!
Gosh b'gosh — it's been a long time since I've written anything of substance. The monkeys won't let me have substances, so I need to steal them, and then write it off, which is a pain, but I need pain these days.
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