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Oh Chance. How you always chew my pants.

Oh Chance. Why must you tip over the garbage? And make my mom upset.

Oh, Chance. You could be such a good dog, if you did not chase the frog.

Oh Chance. Why can't you be a normal dog and listen?

Oh, Chance.

There was once a notorious man, who loved to play the piano. He would jump for joy to find one, when he had heard about one certain piano no one had played. He said, " I must find it."

Searching far and wide for it. This notorious man even crossed a moat filled with alligators. But he was a notorious man and used his elastic bands to shoot at them with.

"Ha, piece of cake." he would say. But when he opened the door he saw nothing but mustard bottles in the shape of a piano.

He was not pleased.

In order to eat your spaghetti, seeing as it's very messy. Grab your napkin, and set it on your lap.

Afterwards, you must pick up your fork, no not a spork, and stick it in your saucy stain-full spaghetti, twist it clockwise a dew times.

Then, pick up your fork, place it to your mouth, chew it a few times, swallow, and finally let your taste buds enjoy that spicy saucy stain-full spaghetti.

A very small object about the size of my palm. It's shape in the form of an oval. It's texture is so rough and rigid. It's sandy feeling when you touch it. You find it washed up on shore. You may wear it as a necklace or just simply keep it for safekeeping