I could just post the stuff I put on FB and see what happens...
I'm so bad at math that 2n + 2n is always 4n to me.
I got in my car, ready to go, but I had trouble putting on my seatbelt.
And then it clicked.
My drug dealer sold me a pair of brand new shoes. I don't know what he laced them with, but I was tripping all day.
I can't stand being around people. One fifth of them is just too tense.
I've decided to get rid of me spine. It's holding me back.
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My friend said that she's working on taking her baby off the breast.
I told her, "You're such a weaner."