“Pluto is no longer a planet. I heard it on the news this morning.”
“What...!”
“It's true.”
“Why...why did you tell me this? I mean. I was happy not knowing.”
“Was Pluto your favorite planet?”
“This is all very disturbing.”
“Yes. Very disturbing. For more reasons than one.”
“If you're happy and you know it calp...”
“Sing it one more time. I dare you.”
“What are you? The human Ken doll?”
“See this raised eyebrow? It's directed towards you.”
“Hey! Come see! You're getting a ticket!”
“What!?!”
“Yeah. You over parked your broom.”
“You were a runway model? Oh! Come on, show me a little Zoolander!”
“You look great today! Did you finally come across a brush and makeup?”
“You don't think I'm good looking?”
“I didn't say that.”
“I put aside money for a good looking fund each month.”
“A what?”
“G.F.L.”
“I've heard it all.”
“She had her fifth colonoscopy.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, but this time she didn’t have to drink that nasty stuff. Instead she had to consume forty pills in, get this, two hours.”
“Poor girl! I don’t know what would be worse?”
“I say the liquid. That stuff is rancid. Trust me. I know.”
“What does it do, exactly?”
“Err...it’s a laxative…”
“Oh. So cleans you out?”
“Yeah, but not just cleans. This stuff is mega powerful. It polishes, too.”
8.25.2006
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LOL! Yes. She's very lucky. AND for once, I'm very lucky that "she" isn't me!
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