Jellybean of Thark / Texts
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Real programmers write to the hard drive by hand with a sharpened quill.
I dismember the insulted public.
I don't get it. Photos of people at a business lunch? What's the big deal?
Somewhen, someplace, I have hidden a thing.
This is a physical thing hid in the physical world.
There are clues, but you will only find them in the physical world.
Not everything that exists is on the internet, after all.
In that case never mind.
Ah yes, the famous Patterson film. A lot of people speculate that it's Tom in a Daryl suit, but the way that the arms move, and their placement on the body, that theory just don't hold water.
And of course Alistair Crowley used to brag about being able to summon Daryl from the waters of the Loch anytime he wanted. Bah.
You mean travel back in time and introduce her parents? I'd vote for that. Especially if you hadn't already mastered time travel when you began the task.
I get this ache in my ankle when it rains.
Is that pink dog getting ready to chop hay?
Cab Callowanzaa is celebrated annually on the 25th of December in observance of the birth of Cab Calloway.
You stomp your feet to the Calloway Boogie to keep you groovy twenty-four hours a day.
Families gather together to foo a little bally-hoo around a dinner of Chickenbird. The little ones makin' rhythm on the tom-tom in their tum-tums. Davy gives with the gravy, Hannah brings bananas, tomatoes from Plato, and pancakes from Mandrake.
At night, after things get quiet, if you listen closely, you can hear the Hi-De-Ho Miracle Man steppin' light on your roof being hep, being fly. In the morning, your socks are filled with happy feet.