Joni said I don’t know about nature, but my cat sure abhors the vacuum. The cat grinned from ear to shining ear like the cat that ate the vacuum in the coal mine.
The hydrant clanged as the jello shoved against it in a three-team parlay–with too many picks on the favorite licorice, a loony bin full of sand lilies. Griping won’t get you any farther out the door than the threshold got when his wife kicked him out for snoring too quietly–from whose borne no traveler returns or trips the life fandango the tango and glows an hour blue.
So if you want to read something good, first you have to write it.
Tugging the onions over her shirt, Joni said each and every sextant is just a pawn in the grand navigation scheme of the set of transcendental numbers that does not contain the set of no sets for all classes of empty sets of absolute infinity. Joni’s cat would understand, but no one thought to ask the cat, who was clearly out of the box, but just as clearly in an abhorrent state of vaccua.
Plundered and sundered asunder, Joni had sympathy for the sand lily and ate the jello nonetheless wiser.
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Hah, is vaccua the plural of vacuum?
Yes, in three and a half contexts anyway. At least the cat’s not in the calzone this time. 🙂