I assume you and I are on similar planets. Yesterday, I was out riding my trick pony in the wooden hills and thinking about one day inventing a game that I would like to call polo. As the twin suns set, I repaired to my lodgings to contemplate the probability of snake bites in other galaxies, and to take a barbed wire x-ray of my unlucky umbrella—you know, the one that attracts acid rain. Of course, I failed to factor-in the chain lightning, because as everyone knows, it never strikes in the same place twice. Much to my surprise, not every medical complaint can be cured with laser surgery. On my trip home from the Emergency Room, I laughed so hard, my antennae hurt.
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