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Hey, Have you ever been in a play where you blank out, deer in headlights, just forget your entire monologue and have to wing the whole thing?

I...

I..

Aye aye aye.

I am..

What I am..

I am dracula.

And I bid you welcome

To the first day

of the rest of your

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of

The best of times, it was the worst of times,

No.

This time, it's personal.

Actually, there is no time

Like the

Present arms

Out as a gesture of good

Will you please just give me a line?

No.

I just have to think.

I just have to think.

I think,

Therefore I am

Saving a bunch of money on my car insurance.

And ba-da-ba-ba-ba I'm lovin' it!

And I love the smell of nav..

Navels in the morning.

And I like big butts and I cannot lie

How like I like what is in the work.

The chance to do unto others as you would

You please just give me a line?

Come on.

There's gotta be a line that

you..

B-line!

As the crow flies!

Because the longest way round is

The shortest way home.

And there's no place like home

Of the braves.

Brave.

I just gotta be brave

And keep this up

Up, and Away

Way better to

Reign in hell, than serve

Some of the other white meat.

Because no,

I can always just

Open up a can of worms,

Which by any other name

Would taste as sweet.

And just feast on life,

You know?

Because the way to a man's heart is through his

bloodstream.

Which is thicker than water.

So you can lead a horse to water,

But you can't make it

......

Walk on it.

And don't walk on eggshells.

Walk lively!

Walk on the moon!

Walk on cloud

Nine ways to skin a cat.

Because they make take our lives,

All nine,

But they'll never take our freedom

To go cuckoo for cocoa

Puff

The magic dragon,

Who lived by the

See what a tangled web we

We've got to stick together if we're

Gonna get through

This

Is the long and the short of it.

This, above all else,

To thine own self be

Ware the ides of march.

No.

To thine own self be

Or not to be,

That is the

...

...

something.

..

..

Something's rotten in denmark!

No, There's something on the wing!

No, something wicked this way

Come what, Come may,

Come Watson, come.

The game is afoot.

But frankly, my dear,

I don't give a ****

Because you're ****** if you do,

And ****** if you

Don't you hear me calling for line?

Come one, it's survival of the fittest up here!

..

..

No, I'll just be strong.

I'll just be STRONG! Yeah, Army

Strong enough for man, but made for a woman,

Because you know what, honey,

it's not you.

It's me.

The number one prescribed band

Doctors choose most

for their night time,

sniffling,

Sneezing,

coughing,

aching,

stuffy-head,

Fever,

so you can rest medicine!

I'll be the king

In this world,

You gotta hope for the best,

And prepare for the worst,

And just take whatever god

Send me a line!

Please!

Thank you.

Avas me mateys,

Alas dear lads,

There she blows,

Off with her head,

But where's the cream filling?

I jest.

Rest assured you're in good hands with

All's fair in love and war

Because you gotta keep your friends close and your

Lovers closer,

Because hey.

Any friend of yours is a

Friends don't let friends drive!

So grab a plane!.

If he leaves and you're not on that plane,

you'll regret it.

Maybe not today,

Maybe not tomorrow,

But soon.

And for the rest of your

Life comes fast,

so grab

A horse! A horse!

My kingdom for a horse!

Or better yet, beam me up, Scotty!

Scotty.

.......

.....

...

..

Scotty.

Scotty, what we have here

Is a failure to communicate.

Scotty!

sniff

Eh tu, scotty?

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

I don't know.

Cry.

sniff

Cry!

Cry havoc,

and let's slip the

Rolling stone gathering no mass.

And just slip me a line!

Someone!

I'm between a

Rock and a hard day's night up here!

Here...

here...

here's the raw end of the deal.

You see I remember a moss of things,

but not distinctly.

So just don't let it end like this.

Tell them

I said

......

something.

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