When I came to work today, my desk was gone. They said it had an accident overnight, so I'll have to work in a toilet stall until further notice. Sounds fishy to me. If you want me though, I'm now located down at the bus station in #6.
When I was younger I was much shorter, but I'm only shorter on the one side, like my parents. And the dog.
When was the last time that a dill pickle was elected pope, or are they all that way?
When I first got here, I wasn't here until I arrived, and then it was suddenly all me again, here, and I had arrived. Curiouser and curioser.
When you wait all you get is older, and sometimes more cranky. Though that's as good an excuse for a nap as I can think of.
Whenever I tell someone that I'd love being invisible, they always ask what I would do, not realizing that having to be someone and do something are the opposite of being invisible.
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