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The buzzer rang. A man wearing odd headgear

  • The buzzer rang. A man wearing odd headgear with multiple zoom lenses stood at the door. "Hi there. You've won a free mapping of your residence for google@home." "Wow, great!"
  • The swingers party was a roaring success and when the man from google@home came to map the residence everyone celebrated with an orgy. The room under the stairs was framed with
  • wood reclaimed from a sunken Spanish galleon. The google@home guy -- whose name, coincidentally, was google@home -- was impressed by the architectural flourish. "Ya know, before I
  • shrug my shoulders and slap my forehead and say awe shucks and act in an ill-fated manner full of nonsense and poppy cock, I would like to intercede on these events and left up
  • to me, I would castle and force a queen sacrifice. But that's just me, you fellars know how to shoe a horse. Lookie thar! I see checkmates in three moves, God-willin'.
  • Queen Hillary was sobbing after her election loss four years later. She was inconsolable, as were her minions. Her husband had been checkmated as well, but that's another story.
  • Her mellifluous sobbing has attracted a handsome Paladin to investigate. He is Sir Soros of Gommorah. He has come to offer Queen Hillary the gold to make Camelot great again.
  • But if one carries that much gold on one's person, one is bound to get robbed by trolls and other
  • unwelcome guests. So now that my person had been unburdened of the heavy gold by trolls, I decided to let it run free in the pasturelands. I watched as it galloped away on its bare
  • heiney, little ripples of fat mimicking the lines of the rolling pastures. "TTFN!" I called as my person disappeared in the distance. I suddenly felt quite melancholy.

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