All this garbage! Who is going to pick this up? She asked. Not I, said the pig. Not I, said the cow. And so she picked up the garbage.
Don’t bug me, Simon. Can’t you see I’m busy? I am extremely preoccupied with sorting out these stuff and things. So please, vanish.
I don’t know about you, but these parsnips are making me thirsty. And so are these pretzels. Is that Woody Allen? I think he dropped this.