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Wordplay whoops

by jeremy-wyatt

I woke up this morning, and no I am not singing a blues song.... There is something big and white in a small room I had a torrid few minutes trying to recall... re-fri-ger-a-tor a step forward ouch! My kneecap hurts, not fun. I learnt the refrigerator although white is not as soft as a pillow or a cloud I managed to make the room safe by pushing the refrigerator out of the window. Whoops.....sorreee! there is something under it outside, round and red a volley ball is round and red but this round thing is gurgling and very red indeed except for the things like lips that are going bluey-grey Wow the world is fun with severe memory loss and a laissez-faire attitude to exploring things. Bubby, my neighbor gave me a present it is heavy, has a handle and a little lever on the side safe......fire.....safe....fire...... It fits in my mouth, I wonder if .. BANG!!....
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Feb 8, 2011
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