It was 745 in the shift, early yet, and the rest had rolled leaving Baldwin Jones and Greg Mikievoy to pick up a nasty one. I had said the classic episode "Along Came Jones", and they said, "is Greg styling?", wanting to impress Baldwin, the new team member.
I was saying to the people, God love the people, you know, that I was most ticklish, my most ticklish spot of my whole person is my thinkmeats.
Right between the ears.
The most dangerous muscle on the human body, the one that is least understood, the one that is really is pervasive mass-murderer, an untrustworthy fiend--why how could one not argue for the existence of a spirit and a soul, when the mind was so full of contamination and evils of varying shapes and sizes?
Its eats oxygenated blood and craps-out unfiltered regret from the tailpipe, does that one. Here they are now putting sensors on car exhaust, when the exhaust of people is so much more deadly.
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