i can't wait to be sixty-five
i am going to apply for that butler position
the dressing gown is out of retirement
my daughter's contribution today was a banana biff
and brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brshcwhir, pounck
there are no oranges left
my son slams the fridge door; cold turkey
exponential eggs and cardboard cheerios
feet up on the desk Hindu mythology
the alarm goes off; i go off
find a book on magic
and lie awake at night not knowing the arthurian legend
a tropical island experience
when will IHOP open in Britain
i see a table of people with just ordered strawberry banana pancakes
i launch myself, jump on the table belly first
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