who even wants to know
That my dog eats tissues. I just fished one out of his gullet now, using sweeping motions and my longest fingers.
I guess I'll never forget her. And maybe I don't want to. Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey. I forget her other qualities. - Jack Handey
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