i have no idea what to tell you folks today.
I shall, thus, be forced to compose a limerick about something silly.
My cuddlefish hated to cuddle
He preferred to stay in his puddle
Unless I had tuna
To which he would swoon-a
Then we could hug quick and subtle
*faceplant*
ReplyDeleteI liked the one you composed to fill my awkward silence. Too bad you probably can't remember it.
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