Until I got a pair, I always thought orthopaedic shoes were nonsense.
Now I stand corrected.
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Now I stand corrected.
Now it’s a wrecked angle.
My, how the tables have returned!
A small medium at large.
“Quit stalking me!”
… I think it was Farmer Geddon.
I don’t know what they were laced with, but I’ve been tripping all day.
It’s a little meteor.
Lemon aid.
Because everyone kneads it.
Now I tell Yo-Yo Ma jokes, which are much classier.
Because if they flew over the bay, they’d be bay gulls.
Elemen-tree school.
A waist of time.
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They’re far too dense
…he gives me the crepes.
B.
I’m glad I’m over that eelness.
They’re all too negative to get along.
...people had to weave their own sigourneys by hand?
The orcas’ trait is they orchestrate
But I’ve been taking steps to avoid it.