Whatever Mr. A is, why must I have one? Like, a must. Right now. Look at all this stuff. Gimme. One of each.
Oh yes, and my Aquapet is flourishing with my cyborg-love, why thank you for asking, Millicent, you ole dear. You'd think I was a lonely, pathetic dimwit. But that's only partly true.
So on second thought I actually can get enough of Mr. T sometimes, so I think I'll replace (one). Although I could interchange "Mr. T" with "petit fours" almost instantly in most cases, I'll have to go with the "Japanese toys" instead.
Why? Because the clean, unspoiled designs just make me insane with jealous delite.
That comment seemed insensitive, yet so...sensitive.
Oh, I can say these things because I am idiot. An innocent idiot, across-the-board dim.
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