He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.
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Some people ask how I come up with this stuff.
I don’t. It’s the other me and we’re not speaking to each other right now.
You’ll have to ask him yourself.
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I couldn’t find my eyes this morning. I always take them out at night and put them in a glass on the nitestand. My wife drank them.
My eyes used to be green.
We’ll have to see how they come out.
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What happened to me? I’ll tell you what happened to me. My head experienced a sudden loss in cabin pressure and that little mask didn’t drop down. That’s what!
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Let’s rule the world together.
You can have the inside and I’ll take the outside.
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paramnesia - par-am-ne-sia n.
1. A distortion of memory in which fantasy and objective experience are confused.
2. An inability to recall the meanings of common words.
Right, like it’s never happened to you.
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