Thursday, February 01, 2018

well, then, like she said

There are no boxes where the antelope decided to sit down to play RISK.

Counting down from eleven to twelve is the oppo-suit that a dinosaur would wear to the bridal shower of a hemp manufacturer that takes Thursdays off to play with her chemistry set.

A ruler decided that all of the oven sized wrist bearings would divide military grade toothpaste with a 3x3 cm post-it note.

How many millimetres in an isotope?

Depends on what year the cockroach elected to pantomime like a derelict lamp post, shining in broad daylight.

Count your chickens before the fox gets hungry.

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