No.
But it could have been and might still.
Will someone please strap that dictaphone to me?
I went to the loo, composed 3 magnificent pieces (you can do accents, right?) de resistance and returned hither only to realise they'd gone.
Flushed down, down and away along with my blue water. Which I do not get for free.
Ok, now if someone's already said "I'm too old to be young and too old to be young", I wanna know who, when, how, where and ...oh, I can guess why. Actually, I don't, but you get my drift (cause I'm generous like that) and if you don't I'm in your postcode area on Wednesday. (March 14, 1444, give or take).
There was something about and something about and something...no, I wiped that one off of my foot. Cheery cherry it was. Not too cheery after I'd stepped on it, I bet.
"The firestorm that is my imagination burns far and deep", how's that?
Hmmm. No. But I can work with it; it doesn't answer back and laughs at inappropriate moments.
Did I mention I'm planning to go to Russia? If you want anything stealed from Kremlint the Frog, let me know. I'm sure the bag marked "swag" 'll pass customs without a second glance.
Maintenant, je dois ...sortir/departer/er...booger orf.
2 comments:
Blast! Is my cunning plan coming apart at the seams even before my free lunch?
You seem to have a problem with frequently losing thoughts.
I would be concerned but I doubt that the thoughts were very interesting in the first place.
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