Friday, June 05, 2009

Primitive Overnight Facilities

Still a little shaken by the dissuading arguments of a threatening shake, I decided to keep my sore leg instead of giving it to those dirty tricksters. But as we all know, I am bulky and slow-moving, I live and forage in an extensive burrow system and rarely spend much time above ground, so with little-to-no resistance, I ended up handing over my sore leg and my prosthetic leg.

My older sister is always trying to be smart without stopping herself, but she is sick with the brain-eaten thing, so she will sometimes sit motionless for days, saying nothing of remembrance, until all at once, she invents a pro wrestling-themed arcade game. It's almost like her whole body is filled with rubber balls.

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