Further proof that I was/am possessed by the song called “Landslide”. Tada!
Here is a mash up.
“Landslide: Nine In The Afternoon” by PANIC! AT THE DISCO Vs. FLEETWOOD MAC
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Art Good, Right?
She slipped into slow motion, as she heard herself say, “Painting relaxes me.” It was as if she was a car going through the penultimate phase of an automated car wash, and the aggressive swirling wrap-around washers were the truth. Linda Salmon Chase was absolutely apoplectic and befuddled with this newfound truth.
“Back In My Day…”
Back in my day, instead of inane infomercials about removing age spots and excess stomach flab at 2 a.m., we had this.
Mr. Floyd Biggenwoch took a long puff from his pipe, which looked suspiciously like a bubble-blowing apparatus, and after exhaling bubbles through the pipe’s bowl, it was made conclusive.
The True Measure
Not many people knew that Jeremiah had gender issues he never dealt with.
Jeremiah Butterworth was a superhero. Emphasis on was. It turned out, each time he used his incredible powers, he was taking years off his life, like how you take sips from a soda until it is gone. He was also the sole heir of the Mrs. Butterworth® fortune.
