Written on March 3, 2009 at 9:47 am by MR Central Command

Phooneybaum Phoughts: Space Date 21.27.47.27

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Don’t know why I bothered learning to play the piano after they went extinct. This teaching cassette is almost worthless.
I have switched to decaf, but eating this non-caffeinated toast feels so pointless now.
My underpants have been bunching for the last few years, but I dare not adjust my self for fear of humiliations and fun makings.
It isn’t easy being aggressively passive.
Space laundry always gets put off until you’re out of space socks.
Quantifying how hungry a wolf is isn’t easy.