(Supertramp)
Today at breakfast Terri jumped up from the table. I shot a quizzical look and hit her with it. "What?" "A scorpion was in the paper!" "Editorial section probably. Where'd it go?" "Right there." "That's not a scorpion." "Yes it is." "Yeah, it is." Squash. Squash. SQUASH!
I am the mighty white hunter. The jungle is mine.
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