I looked my goldfish right in the eye and said it's not about you.I will find you a good home. In the kitchen, I spoke to my toaster. It's not about you, Frank. I've been laid off and can't afford butter or jelly. I will give you to The Salvation Army. I told my shower curtain I can't afford it because I had to conserve water.
The hardest part was telling my writing group I couldn't afford paper and pen and had to leave. It's definately not about you guys.
We know Joe. The question is, can you still afford deodorant? They had offered me patches of hair when I started going bald, but I wound up with a scalp infection.
I suggested a group hug. They said just shut up and write. I borrowecRalph's deodorant.
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