ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHEN I WANT TO GREET EVERYONE.
ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHERE I WANT TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE.
ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHERE I AM GIDDY WITH NINA AND MAKE KARATE MOVES.
"Are you blogging about this right now?"
"There are these chickens-- they're real stupid."
"Like bears."
"Are you using netgear?"
"Oh, there it goes."
"Nope. Nope. Nope."
A gurgling sound from Jason.
"Uarts."
HE LOOKS DOWNCAST AT THE TABLE.
"Chicken."
"What is your agenda?"
"Jaeger."
"Is that a good insane?"
"I was asleep. I was dreaming."
"What is that? Is that Fudd?"
"Chicken."
"There were these two sausages that weren't rotating and all the others were rotating. I was baffled."
"Do you want something from there?"
"No, I'm just looking."
"I guess I looked very concerned."
"There are these chickens with huge tails."
"I'm gonna be a zombie in his movie."
"Can they control them? It looks like tentacles. It's pretty gross."

I want to go to NYC on Monday with Nicole and couch surf on stranger's turfs.

RUTHERFORD B. HAYES RIDING A TWO HEADED HORSE. They all wear fading sunglasses. Touchdown! on the sunflower. I want Lisa Frank.