If your name was Dwight, I mean come on. Come ooooooon. COM AOOOOOOON. That's not your name. There's nothing really more to say during this Abflats post, so I will just simply fill the rest of the space with sentences and words. If you cannot breathe, don't try. Why waste your energy on something you can't succeed at? Don't waist it either, because that's not a verb. Silk worms are about the same as regular worms except they were produced in a factory China. They're also polyester, not real silk.
What does a physical number look like? I mean, like a real number? Not the amount of something there, I mean the number itself. What do they look like? What do they smell like? Do you think number five smells like berries? Maybe thirteen smells like detergent. Maybe the government is getting all these smells for berries and laundry detergent from their secret number farm in South Dakota. We should demand Obama tell us about the number farms. Us, as tax payers, deserve to know where our smells are coming from.
What if it was raining so hard that the entire atmosphere turned into water, and the drops falling from the sky was actually air? That would be a magical time. I mean, what if you saw a puffer fish flying by your mailbox. That would be amazing. Puffer fish are hilarious I mean they're like living balloons. What if a child put on his Christmas list that he wanted Santa to attend his birthday party? Would the world explode? I suspect so.
-Griffin
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