Winston Churchill was at the market and he was damned tired of looking at all that stuff. Geez. Enough already. Where is that woman anyway? It's not enough that she has to practically emasculate me dressing me up like some chi chi chihuahua with this gold scarfe around my neck but now I have to stand beside him, he who still hasn't figured out that wearing white socks with sandals is fashion suicide. He's got on his Day of the Dead baggy pants paired with Birkenstocks thinkin' he fits in (and the sad part is that he actually does.) I'm just done!
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Oh well why not
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