Got my dick caught in the zipper again. Good thing I have spares.
Got my goose cooked. Finally. Highest oven setting is two degrees. Takes 47 months if the weather is sunny, and then there's all the mold. Dinner invitations will go out this evening to all those still alive and waiting patiently in layers of respectful silent anticipation.
Got my rear bumper repaired today. Been a little bent and wobbly since that family of six walked right into me from behind out front of Wally Mart last month. All big hefty ones like you see over there usually. No other injuries were reported.
Got sniffed by a ghost last night. I must have aromatic ectoplasm. Or maybe I fart colorfully in my dream sleep. Always a possibility.
Got three toes on my left foot and some more on my right, plus a couple spares out back. I'm pretty well set for most anything, I guess.
Grandma peeled me a pumpkin. I didn't know you could do that. I guess she's got the hands for it. Six of them, all gnarly. Wicked good at arm wrestling for her weight class.
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Me? Still not sure if I counted right or not.
