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There is so much wrong with this one I don't even know where to start. Leave it to Widows Eaves to mess something this simple up.
Again with the hose! I live in a ranch hoUse, thank you very much.
Pray and remain...what? I guess I'll just have to assume they want me to pray and then remain standing in front of the Angel when it comes through my area. (I didn't, it was one of the scary ones you can't look directly at).
This one is actually correct, but it followed like four messages warning about an Unfolder in a tree. It was a CAT! Widows Eaves, ladies and gentlemen.
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Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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