Thing 2: "Right here, this is where my heart is. I have to keep track of it, you know?"
Me: "Why, does it wander off if you stop?"
Thing 2: "Yes. Yes it does. And sometimes it even goes up into my NECK! For Real!"
Me: "Well, if it goes to your foot, let me know and we'll amputate."
Thing 2: "Mo-THER. (scoff) Now you're just being SILLY."
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Overheards ...
"If you don't stop that RIGHT THIS MINUTE, I will kill myself!"
"Jesus H Keeee-rist!"
"Kids, don't do this at home!"
"OOoo, dang, I wish I'd never done this before."
"Help me, help me! No, I can't, I'm too scared."
"I hope that spider eats you."
"No, wait! Don't tell me, I'm going to fall!"
"Um. Nothing broke!"
Veni, Vidi, Ventus --
The randomly chaotic and crafty scribblings of a deranged, wannabe artist allowed too many colours in her Crayon box.
Surgeon General's Warning: Some content of "From Pooka's Crayon" may not be suitable for: work, blue-haired little old ladies, the politically-correct, rabid moonbats, uptight mothers, priests, chronic idiots, insurance claims agents, Democrats, children, small furry quadropeds from Alpha Centauri, or your sanity.
The randomly chaotic and crafty scribblings of a deranged, wannabe artist allowed too many colours in her Crayon box.
Surgeon General's Warning: Some content of "From Pooka's Crayon" may not be suitable for: work, blue-haired little old ladies, the politically-correct, rabid moonbats, uptight mothers, priests, chronic idiots, insurance claims agents, Democrats, children, small furry quadropeds from Alpha Centauri, or your sanity.
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