I don't know. I don't know what. I don't know. ("Do you want a pickle for Christmas?") That's what we eat! We eat pickles, Daddy! That's food! That's food! You want food for Christmas? I don't know.
I want a bouncy ball for Christmas. Bouncy ball. Games! ("Do you want a shirt for Christmas?") I already have a shirt on. ("Do you want books?") Yeah, books. A rubber ducky! I need some more ducky friends. I don't need anything else for Christmas.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
