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Here, I'll just download this bicycle horn-playing for preztel lovers video, and ...

Using his favorite browser, Bob was able to sign up for one of Renaissance University's many on-line courses, and soon was living his dream of playing the French nose-horn for pretzels at a local fair.

Hee, hee.

Nice work...and I didn't even notice that pretzel.

As a woman, I guess I immediately look at the crotch. Tico, what's your explanation?

I read yours and thought, "What pretzel?"

Ah, understood.

While performing his highly paid but equally vacuous job of checking glass globes for their roundness, Jim had an epiphany....

"Has my fondness of orbital symmetry turned me into a total square?
"Yes, I believe it has" answered his inner child, whom rarely ever spoke, unless of course the subject of Greek horticulture came up and then he was a virtual plethora of knowledge on the subject.

"Ah, well then, perhaps my father was right about me all along, I am just a stinky, stinky turd."
"Jim, the term "stinky, stinky" carries an air of, oh I don't know...flippancy...besides that it shows a lack of verbal skills, I personally lean toward the phrase an odorous turd, it has such a nice ring to it don't you think...but if you prefer a more common term, perhaps "smelly turd" will suit you....I find that to be fair, as well as accurate on account of the fact that you oft eschew showering even though Dr. Lewis has told you time and time again that the foot fungi will not go away with such lax hygiene.

"Hmm, so what do you suggest we do?"
"Well Jim, I've always wanted to set in the park and shove random objects up our nose, then point toward it to make sure everyone will take notice."
"And heat pretzels on our crotch for a nickel"
"My thoughts exactly"


And it came to pass.....

I like the "we" - my inner child and me.