Quack
I heard some ducks flying overhead this morning, quacking. I imagine their conversation went something like this:
"Are you sure it's spring?"
"Well, my calendar said April."
"Your calendar stinks. Let's go back to
I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, you couldn't get white onions because of the war; all you could get...
Do you ever get stuck in a conversation that you can’t get out of? I’m not talking about those times when you have to be somewhere else or there’s a rational need to leave, but rather those times when, with every word the other person utters (it’s typically just a two-person conversation), your brain threatens to escape your body and make a break for it. All you can do is try to play some old TV theme songs in your head, or maybe design circuits if you’re the engineering type, all the while searching for an opportunity to escape. Now I’m boring myself just thinking about those situations.
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