It's really that simple, and quite sad. I lost my ears.
I have my tail, I found my fur, I just can't find my ears. Story of my life. Where did I leave my ears.
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- Billy the Poet
- That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.
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