"Boo!" Said the winkle to the wonkle, whatever that was supposed to mean. (I don't live around here.)
"It could be a lot worse," they said, and they were right. It is now.
Are you for real? If so, please send proof. I need to know how to do this. — Armies of the unwilling
Fruit flies have started following me around, and I'm not even ripe yet.
If I was made of cellulose I could be my own toilet paper.
My goose is cooked. Finally. Now I have some peace and quiet. And dinner.
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Me? Still waiting for my free kazoo-cleaning kit.
