She asked whiskers to rub her butt, so whiskers climbed a tree to chase a bird.

The very beautiful women was quickly becoming ugly so she froze herself for another decade.

People run to socialism when they have run out of ideas or simply lost their mind.

I live in a kind of hell made by someone else and discuss math with angels, who make it all better.

It now seems like we are back to strings again, but I hope they learn to weave.

He looks just like me!

I left her running in circles chasing herself.