His ass, it is said, never gives up its dead When the skies of November turn gloomy
His ass, it is said, never gives up its dead When the skies of November turn gloomy
Reminds me of this
Is it Big Block of Cheese Day?
No, Sensei!
St. Paul the sandwich
I thought he was like pull-apart bread
That would be the My Lai special.
Can you repeat the question?
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swallows?
Nah, the left Sicily where it was.
Just the Tiparillo…
I must not get diabeetus.
Diabeetus is the mind-killer.
Diabeetus is the little death that brings foot amputations.
I will face my insulin injection.
I will let it pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the test strip to see my blood-sugar.
Where the diabeetus has gone there will be nothing.
Only Wilford Brimley will remain.
I beg to differ
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