Not long ago, I encountered an elderly dog-walker at the park. While our pets sniffed each other's asses, she explained that the mutt's name was Matches, because she wanted to be able to tell her grandson "go play with Matches!" Ha ha ha! Anyway, last night I was watching the local news and saw a familiar face; apparently, her house burned down. She was just standing there with Matches, surveying the ashes. Lady, this theme's for you!
Myron (Hillary Clinton + Brooklyn Decker)
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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