9.24.25 - The surgeon, performing the procedure with just a blunt object, flung my liver into the garbage can and emitted a small cluck, because she was a professional, and a chicken.
(Animals doing human jobs is just a thing I like, I guess.)
9.25.25 - We had to break into the museum, look behind the golden drape, remove the frame made of platinum, and open the crate covered with barbed wire to find the newer grape soda.
(Ocean Spray Eleven)
9.26.25 - If we don't let the panda dally when ordering his daily Starbucks, he will freak out.
(True. Pandas are notoriously high strung.)
9.27.25 - The sweet feeling of frith I felt from escaping the gator evaporated as my truck revealed it was on the fritz.
(Sigh. Stupid "Frith" being accepted.)
9.28.25 - Showing an extraordinary grasp of sarcasm, Stephen said with a goofy tone, “oh goody, another night of gooey gumbo.”
9.29.25 - Remain civil, even if your debate opponent continues to cling to the idea that a mouse will hatch out of an egg.
(I mean....they COULD be right.)
9.30.25 - The melee between the geese and the brine startled me, but when one of the fowl started to quote Churchill, I wondered if I was awake.
("If you're going through hell, keep HONK!")
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