I have a headache. The United States is giving me a headache.
Woozle ain’t got time for anything but happiness.
This critter needs those pills that make the sun come out and have you change from wearing sweatpants to khakis.
Is it really green? Or is that just how our mind rationalizes its true colour which is incomprehensible by humans?
Terry wants to touch all of you.
I’m tired. I’m going to go to sleep.