You know that cat lady down the street? That's me. Mom and I each have 10, and we wear matching cowboy outfits too.
You know what? Mom said I could come over and annoy you, so let's get started then. Try running away and see what happens.
Well, I tried the other thing and that wasn't any better. Maybe I should ask Mom, get advice from the dead. Hey Mom — you still dead over there or what? Sounds like it. Snoring. Snores of the dead. I wish I could sleep like that.
What do you do with a bucket of tentacles and wary eyeballs? Mom might know, but she's on vacation this year.
The trouble with being handsome is that I just keep getting better. That's what Mom says. She often lies in between rounds of poker though.
Thinking of going into agriculture, and growing hair. There's always a demand for hair. Mom told me that, and she's pretty hairy. Sounds about right.
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Me? Can't say I remember you that often.
