Knives dove into the plump flesh. Eyes were cut out. Mouths fashioned into mock grins and grimaces. Noses... don't even get me started on noses. A good turn out today for the carving, and for those unfortunately turned away at the door remember, the velvet rope has no feelings. Those allowed on the cutting floor displayed knife play talent not seen in these parts since the turn of the last century. Good show.
Also nice to talk to my dad-in-law Al today as well as my Obama lawyer, Phil. Sunday is a good time to catch up with friends and family and that is why Sprint is the preferred HypnoPhoneCarrier. Alright Sprint I've done my part, now where is my damn check!
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