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Its all in how you mix the two.
Yesterday after dinner it hit me, my clam chowder was better than sex with you anyday. Then I bit my tongue and wondered....can I live with what I had done? So now my hands are tied but I still manage to put them around your neck, who will stop me now?
"Who am I?" you ask, I hardly know, just at present, atleast I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then. But its no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. I almost think I can remember feeling a little bit different, but if I'm not the same the next question is ......... AHH what a great puzzle!
Theres a large mustard-mine nearby. yummmyyy...moral of that is: the more there is of mine the less there is of yours!
Yesterday after dinner it hit me, my clam chowder was better than sex with you anyday. Then I bit my tongue and wondered....can I live with what I had done? So now my hands are tied but I still manage to put them around your neck, who will stop me now?
"Who am I?" you ask, I hardly know, just at present, atleast I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then. But its no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. I almost think I can remember feeling a little bit different, but if I'm not the same the next question is ......... AHH what a great puzzle!
Theres a large mustard-mine nearby. yummmyyy...moral of that is: the more there is of mine the less there is of yours!