Jeeves, what is this on my forehead?
That wrinkle? That is age, sir.
Wipe it off, please.
There you go, sir.
I need to look dashing for tonigh–it’s still there, Jeeves.
What is, sir?
The age! It’s still there!
No it’s not.
Then what is it!?
Oh that, sir? That’s frustration.
I walked along the back of the hospital where two men in overalls were hiding an exhaustive list of graffiti with fresh paint and rollers.
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+===+== Some say the world will end in fire, =+===+===+ It’s raining men!===+===+
+=+= Some say in ice.===+===+===+===+===+===+===+===+== Hallelujah! =+
+===+===+= From what I’ve tasted of desire, +===+== =+= It’s raining men!===+===+
+=+===+===+== I think neither would be nice.=+===+===+= Amen!==+===+===+
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