Looky here I'm in a rush, need to go to Sk's for dinner, come back and sleep on time so I get enough sleep to be up tomorrow for work. And I also need to put out a decent number of posts so that it's not too much of a pressure on me to get the requisite number of posts out tomorrow. Which is why I'm dumping this, and possibly two more posts out in a matter of minutes and seconds, because I need to be OFF, and get something produced with minimal investment of time and creative energy. Here. We. Go!
- Was it the sweater, he thought, that made her look cute, or was it her body, specifically on her chest part that he couldn't keep his eyes off of despite being an avowed feminist who had practiced on various internet sites to not be distracted by women's bodies.
- Not everything needs a goddamn reason, alright man, just, just get out of here and gimme time to think, I'll come back to you in some time, Robby said to Jonnuy, who had asked him why the sky was blue, feeling rather disappointed in himself afterwords for losing his temper at the four-year-old child of his.
- Yeah, but they're not pugs, I said bugs, not pugs.
- Whatever the cause may have been, what was done was done, and now they needed to deal with three thousand pounds of dried venison meat that had been sent to them for free with no return address.
- Noooo, he said, that button opens the trapdoor to the shark pit!
- I wonder, she thought, if anybody's tried killing their own shadow.
- I'm not paranoid and delusional, I just know all the secret armies of the world want to kill me and have bugged my house because they don't want me to release my revolutionary bidet that's going to put out every bidet company and the toilet paper industry out of business.
- After the utter failure of his second business venture, The ShoeLala store, Michael put his final personal savings on the lottery ticket, to be rewarded with a hundred thousand dollar prize, which is how he became a gambling addict.
- Stop talking, you're turning me on too much.
- Can you pass me my wallet from over there, and owh that garbage bag too, actually why don't you take it out with you as you leave, in like, ten minutes?
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