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I thought you would never ask.
It didn’t ask. I demanded.
I like when you get all bossy.
That’s right.
Don’t worry, I kept my pelvis out.
Good. I don’t want my pelvis getting pregnant.
No, we need to keep it clean. No baby quo’s.
Baby quos are called quoglets.
How adorable is that. You have been somewhat a sweetheart lately, are you sure you are well? I am concerned.
I’m experimenting with how I would behave if I new I was getting hit by a bus later in the day.
Sorry…”knew”.
Pelvic hugs for all hot people.
Pelvic hugs for all people regardless of their temperature.
Good, because I am only lukewarm.
What? You’re a fluke worm?
Damn, I gave myself away.
Maybe you’re a tepid fluke worm.
I think you are right. I hate mud though.
Mud can’t help what it is.
But it gets all stuck inside my rings.
Regardless, you’ve mused me again. The mud quote is making it as a post in a couple of days. Thanks once again.
What do I get out of this? I demand retribution.
Intrinsic reward.
I was thinking more along the lines of an Orange Julius.
Done.
Wow, that was easy. Can I have a $5 dollar poster from Spencer’s?
No. Just the Orange Julius. Unless the Spencer’s poster if of an Orange Julius, then okay.
Begger’s shouldn’t be whiners.
You said it, sister.
Word up doodle.