So many examples.
Take the meat grinder, please.
God what a stud.
Sad. I surely do miss him.
But I SWEAR.
THE MINUTE MY BACK IS TURNED,
somebody lets the air out of old Mrs. Beanbag and...
WHOOSH. Blew ol' man hiptwaddle clear across the dining hall.
OH SURE, MY FAULT.
WASN'T I SWEAR.
I wasn't even there.
I was at the firehall, greasing the pole.
Then I was at the bowling alley greasing the alleys.
Then I was at the hardware store, greasing the tool.
(Lovely young man too).
I SWEAR I GET BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING.
THE MINUTE MY BACK IS TURNED
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