No way that’s a dog. You’re pulling my leg.
Hello, ma baby
Hello, ma honey
Hello, ma ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my heart’s on fire
If you refuse me, honey, you’ll lose me
Then you’ll be left alone
Oh baby, telephone and tell me I’se your own
Ok, but human reality is created by other humans.
I don’t have to follow other people’s delusions. This isn’t kindergarten anymore.
No, the other yellow blob thing.
That’s a goose, behind that nose?
Nah, Chuck’s just a blockhead.
Over the head is still better than on the head, yes no?
Ah, thanks.
So, the green blob thing in front of the yellow blob thing is a crocodile.
Ok.
Now, what’s the yellow blob thing?
I believe you’ll find it’s the sleigh that’s being drawn.
Boomers and millennials. Losers!
That doesn’t mean they’re happy and/or comfortable around Broomie.
No way that’s a dog. You’re pulling my leg.