Pool-Bar-Jim
Yes, sir. Oh my nails in Pip's pocket. Why you dance like that, white boy. You look like feathers on a night stick. Like a dancer of lake time.
Shut up. I don't have time for it. It's just another one of those days. One of those days where chicken eat feet on their hind-legs. No it's not a piece of art work it's hind-legs stuff. Please remeber that.
Ok, funny guy. What are you saying?
I'm saying something like what you just said but not it, exactly.
Why don't you just wise up already?
How about you wise up?
Joyful sounds abound this day. That's all I have to say.
"Why do I keep putting myself through this", she said.
It must be one of those things. You know those things that one continues to do even though they see no real purpose in it."
"please remind me of what those things are".
Yes, that's what is said sometimes.
That's what played sometimes.
That's what's made sometimes.
That's what I need sometimes.
Sounds of Desolation.
I'm desolate today.
What about this word. It's not comedy it's something serious. Don't you know that. Please tell me the truth of the matter that I know it better than you do . I need to open the door. I bet she's calling. Oh no go look. What should I do. Time is running out.
Bacon sandwiches always reminded her of that special time we spent together with the earthlings Terry and Scott. They often had little to say and couldn't recall anything about their summers. They were what most would refer to as bores. They talked a lot about nothing and refused to ever listen. Boy, did I love those guys.
You know, I think sometimes about stuff like this. It's because of the mayor. The mayor of town. His name is Whit Starns. But he's not the cutest. Is this okay? I hope so. Please.
I want to use the word but I will not because I aim to be different. I bet everyone aims to be different though. That's the thing amongst things. You know what I mean darling in the main tank? Maybe you do maybe you don't
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