Spotted lunching in the expensive old stuff district today was the famous Martha McMarvelous Child (MMMC) and her beautiful assistant.
While Shorty contemplated the delicious hardness of a nice practical stool, Miss Martha preferred to luxuriate in the comfort of plushy pink velvet.
This apple fell in close proximity to its tree, perusing a bit of West German juggery.
Wake up and smell the roses, Shorty.
They're going to follow us around like that all morning unless we shake them up a bit. Want to run like a Bitossi bull in a China shop?
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