I'm so April Foolish, I posted a week late. That's just how I roll, you know? I'm slick. I'm clever. I'm like the Michael Jackson of wit, and you are all children visiting me at Cleverland Ranch (yepp). You know, riding the rides and such. As it were. Things of that nature. Do I still have you? Good.
Did you know that some people prefer their cucumbers pickled? So I've heard anyway... I think from a television show. Who can say, these days. The economy makes it harder for everyone. You know, I just used the words "harder" and "cucumbers" and was not being filthy or perverted in any way. But *you* were. I know it.
Did I ever tell you about that time I... wait, of course I told you about that. It's like my best story.
Well, I'll wrap this up. It's almost time for me to get off work. I'm ready to go home.
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