Spiro Agnew, I Hardly Knew Ye
A moment ago, I wasn't sure if Spiro Agnew was alive or dead. So I looked him up. Turns out he's dead. So I dug out my ukulele and strummed a sad, sad song. It was that one Poison song about cowboys - the one where every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.
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I'm a newcomer to your blog. Just want to say that I enjoy every sentence that you write, down to the last full stop. thanks!
Wait a second...
You're not a cowboy. What the hell are you doing singing sad, sad songs?! Next you'll be telling us about the steel horse you ride.
Sometimes...sometimes...
Sometimes I add unwarranted umlauts to my vowels when I speak.
Give the man a break! Self-loathing is a hard thing to live with.
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