Well its Friday again, and here I sit at my computer, about to read and go to bed. I have the social life of a 90-year-old aubergine with Alzheimer’s. My condition leaves me bruised, purple and forgetful of the fun stuff. Is there anyone willing to take me for a drag through the garden tomorrow?
I’m scared if I don’t move I’ll be eaten by silkworms.
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