KEEP ME DOWN,
UNCLE HORACE
There's ice in my shoes, where both soles are
broken. Uncle Horace, can you marry a stepsister?
Is that allowed? It's so cold this afternoon I want
to blanche an egg, or at least the white of. Don't
ever say I don't know my French. There's
nothing I don't know. (Now, if Uncle
Horace was sharp, he'd know I
just had asked him a question
before that).
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