Tuesday, November 15, 2016

When the smoke clears, there is left a right

When he rolled up his sleeves I didn't think it was the best idea.

Mind you, you mind? Whose mind? Yours? Mine?

There are no struggling snails in my elbow nook. Elbow cook. Rainbow hook. Take a look.

Rent a rake, bake a cake, slop a pop and wrench the wench. Twice does it not? know? Now. Now! NOW!!

When the slippery slope cascades unlike anything you'd ever heard of in the last three minutes, all icicles can be fragrantly described as a Disney themed pillowcase used once as a Halloween bag.

Couch carrots, are they as delicious as the potatoes?

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