I now return to the mundane task of jotting down those witticisms that appears when the muse descends.
I was planning on making a nice picture for the first but I have abandoned it. The moment is gone.
Horton hears a hubris
Horton hears a hoover
In case of vodka bring glass
In case of dios bring cash
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