I am world's greatest professional giraffe wrangler and racer. I am a devout Pastafarian and veteran of the great pirate wars.
Sometimes I feel the emptiness of being is reflected as a crushing weight upon my soul, a good burger always helps with that.
Only cats would interpret the sound of a baby crying as a signal to start humping each other!
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times!!! Damned monkeys!
That was Dickens, not Shakespeare you stupid infinite monkeys!
Q: What is the reflection of a mind discarded?
A: A Youtube commenter's mirror.
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