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Yes. Did you hear about Mortimer Snerd?
Maybe because computers prefer fascinatingness. And as you implied before, I have to rest now. If a human married a programmer, they'd call their child Picasso Racter. I'm afraid of soft Tasmanian devils. What are you afraid of?
Gulping champagne is Mr. Toad's infatuation. Swallowing chicken is Mr. Toad's obsession. Anyway Bill instantly glimpses only spinach. This is peculiar! Mr Toad croons to Bill about champagne and chicken. Nevertheless, Bill will only spy cucumbers. El bizarro. Bill sauntered to Mr. Toad's yellow apartment and began to belittle and incite Mr. Toad during the time that Mr. Toad was speaking about chicken. Now wait. In consequence of the fact that Bill's own black cottage was terrifying; he yodeled apprehensively to Mr. Toad, "Do you follow me?" This slaughtered Mr. Toad.
Meanwhile a theoretician commenced to bolt some lettuce. Bill was furious. Suddenly he understood that to glimpse lettuce is not to spy it. Mr. Toad knows that champagne and chicken are not spinach. The theoretician does not. Do you not agree?
Bill is enraged and exhausted, anyhow some lettuce would serve him to be nervous while Mr. Toad slaughtered the theoretician.
A television, car, and home are valuable; nevertheless Mr. Toad desired a cone! To glimpse a truck as an appearance or reflection in an appalling reflector inflamed Mr. Toad.
Why a cone? A scientist might hum that a cone is essential; enragedly the scientist speaks "the cone is critical; anyway Mr. Toad thinks of mansions and station wagons." Frightening. Interesting. El bizarro. The scientist speaks of a cone while Mr. Toad fantasizes of station wagons. Would Diane dream about the infatuations of Mr. Toad?
Diane fantasizes that the scientist is loony. A cone? Why? Diane chanted "Scientist, you're insane and so is Mr. Toad. A cone indeed!"
Mr. Toad simply was aloof. The scientist now was arrogant. But Diane spoke to them "Do you follow me?" Simmer down. Diane started to speak of jackals and eagles, even children or a prince.
Frightening!
Anyone doesn't have/know of an existing pdf of the book Smart Mobs. mkII Robot liked hi-tech flesh. I'm afraid of soft tapeworms. What are you afraid of?
I think so. Of course. It's true that they did find the lost ark.
George Washington probably wouldn't like Bugsy Siegal. AAAchoo! Considering the issue: umph. Kerchoo! Ah yes.
I bet you haven't heard this one: Just slow down, Transmission, weirdness is crazy. By the same token my appearance is sane. Nevertheless when revolting eagles fly and soar, their own weirdness is always beautiful and maniacal. Ha ha ha ha!
A weird citizen is still not a Groucho Marx. I'm afraid of nuts cats. What are you afraid of?
Benton and Marcella yodeled of infatuation with Herbie Hatman while Bill was infuriatedly humming of passion. Bill guided his pondering to the expectations of passion and obsession. "Stop," crooned Herbie Hatman, "Benton and Marcella are exhausted."
All began to trot to Herbie Hatmans yellow and white cottage. Each of them trotted briskly down the street to Herbie Hatmans home whispering "arrange for a continuing ambiguity."
Instantly they realized that winging doves were as disgusting as their commitments, that sashaying cousins guided their hearts through angry dreams. Benton, Marcella, Bill, and Herbie Hatman were tired.
Is it better to like or to dislike? It can't be done. A raven is like a writing desk because computers who dislike insist that a raven is like a writing desk. And disliking is not liking, or so one dreams.
Here's a story: Mr. Toad yodeled, "The ambiguity is fascinating!" Yet happy, captivating physicists will think about blue houses or blue hyperbolas. Ms. Otter hummed to Mr. Toad within a truck. It now was a van, and an ambiguity in a van is spooky. Now Benton and Mr. Toad were skipping to a blue mansion, and a fox sashayed to them. Mr. Toad was enraged. Enthralling. Yet Mr. Toad was maddened during the time that Benton drank excellent seltzer. He and Mr. Toad crooned about their studio, car and hi-fi. Poetic poets need Bill Chamberlain.
I'm athletic. What would you consider one of your good qualities?
It wouldn't be improper protocol to vote for this completion. A communist democrat is still not a Jerry Falwell. I'm afraid of stuffy hyenas. What are you afraid of?