I always have sparkly things on my hands and clothes. I never knew where they came from.
I can’t seem to get rid of the sparkly things. They cling like a ... like a ... like a silly putty thingy. Like when you use it to copy a comic from the Sunday Paper...
(Sparkly thingys are fun...)
It sounds exciting.
A few more experiences like that and you could start your own website.
Or maybe you could hire a film crew and go to the grocery store. There you would interview the manager to find out how to enter the “no purchase required” contest when the entry form is inside the cereal box.
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This is what happens to my thinking when I get sleep-deprived.