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Pocket lint for your thoughts.
As long as it’s real pocket lint and not some of that counterfeit stuff.
Oh, its the real thing.
And you’re willing to waste it on my thoughts? Depending on how much you have, I would hire a pocket lint manager instead.
You are worth all my pocket lint, and my toe jam as well.
Now you’re just being ridiculous. No one is worth THAT much.
I could offer you something else if you prefer.
Well, I could use some landscaping supplies, or perhaps some paint for the antique furniture…um, hold on a minute…wait one cotton-pickin’ minute. You were alluding to something sex related, weren’t you. For shame.
What? No, I was talking about a nice back rub or something.
I don’t know, to me it sounded more like you meant a front rub or something.
If you insist.
Be gentle. I’m just a doodle and smudge easily.
That’s a surprise. I heard doodles like it a little rough.
I think you heard doodles are little rough drafts.
If you don’t enjoy the sexual innuendo, I can always talk about puppies and kittens.
If this a trick to get me talking about little pussies…
You see? I would say you are the one who tricks me!
I know you are, but what am I?
A devious doodle.
I’m going to start a motorcycle gang called the Devil’s Doodles.
(Thanks for the futue quo post, by the way).
Your welcome oh deviant one, who enjoys my advances.
ooer smduge
or smudge