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Zero-factor linguistics

Laughed about within June 5, 2005.

The predisposed chattel, the zero-factor linguistics, explained it all. It poofed itself up, stood on its hind legs, and belted out the British national anthem. I saw my name written on the back of a bus in the Kmart parking lot today, while standing on my head and singing to myself about human belching.

No purchase was necessary. I could sign up in under five minutes, and then I would have to pay only 99¢ a minute for seventy thousand minutes. Boy, what a deal. A multifarious, triskelion deal, almost! I stopped myself, as the Spice Girls and Alyssa Milano would (damnation! those feet again…), then went monkey-crazy and killed another floating pi. They were fun.