This planet needs another moon to accommodate all the extra lunatics. No one knows when to strike, or not to strike. A deed.
The unionists wallowed in disorganized assembly. Contracts are unheralded. Times to vote. The mayor puts both feet to tickling own tonsils.
I started out on a planet. Got abducted for sure.
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Did you ever consider you somehow secretly got transported to a parallel, Bizarro universe, where they store mountains of garbage in public parks?
Every day, I'm convinced by the evidence something like that obviously have happened to me.
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