Oh no! I have read this, and I can feel my wrists starting to go limp, and my loafers are getting lighter.
What is next? I can feel it coming on. I want. . . I want... I want to wear a sailor suit.
That's it I want to wear a sailor suit and join the navy. But just not any navy, I want to join the mop....
Whew that was close! I came out of it, because. . .
I'm a lumberjack and I'm O.K. I sleep all night and I work all day. I cut down trees I eat my lunch I go to the lavatory. On Wensday I go shopping and have buttered scuns for tea.