It's like this

There was once a very very very very very very. Sooner and sooner it was later than later. All the plates were spliced and the forked tongue was saucy. Dishing out compliments, I said to the chef what sex are you. Chef goes head. Right I say not uncompregnating. Little does he know said the menu. I had to order it. Sit down I cried. My birthdays are always awful. There wasn't even time to cut the cord and name the beast. Total blow out.

Some Crap Arguments

- This is a stone.

- Nevertheless.

- This is a stone.

- Nevertheless.

- This is a stone.

- Nevertheless.


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- Give me something.

- Really?

- Yes.

- What?

- I don't know. The present. A stone?

- Sorry, I don't have a stone. O, here's one.

- That is not a stone.


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- You are not a stone.

- I might be.

- But you're not.

- So YOU say.

- Correct. What I say is CORRECT. And you are NOT a stone.

- How about now?

- O