Like I know the hairs on the back of my hand sticking up for the poor and downhearted railroad from the station at the end of time to the roundhouse of last year’s chaff.
Chalk walked into a bar and said, Hay, who put that bar there? Hay said Hey! out loud so everyone looked at it as it pointed slowly at the trailer full of hay making its way down the highway, the hay highway. Good grief laughed, but bad grief said, Good grief, why do you have to do that every time? There was total silence, like in a movie just before a bomb goes off. Then a bomb went off, and everyone–Chalk and Hay included–said Hay! we don’t know whether to call it good grief or bad grief.
Like I know Charlie would have a cow if Lucy jumped over the hay diddle diddle.
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Very interesting🙂
An interesting story, indeed!
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This’s an interesting story wow!
this was haylarious 🙂
Thanks a lot 🙏