Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories . It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it. I just got skylights put in my place. The people who live above me are furious. I remember when the candle shop burned down.
Ballerinas are always on their toes.
I was hitchhiking the other day, and a hearse stopped. I'm not going that far. I played a blank tape on full volume. The mime who lived next door complained. So I shot him with a gun with a silencer.