Norm
MalFrittered offering
If I was free to freely admit anything, I'd freely admit that I feel free to admit that admitting things freely is like free admittance: frequent. Like a man with a battered banana frittering away his life freely, I am a real pineapple. If I wasn't inclined to wax wearily with worn-out words, I'd get to the point and be perfectly blunt. To be perfectly is impossible. Being is all about becoming. To be absolutely frank, I love beans. If there's one thing that gets me hot around the pants it would have to be beans. In my line of work - and that's a lot of waiting - patrons either opt for frittering away there lives with pineapples or bananas. One or the other. Being as I am, I'd never look past something with a hole in it. You might say that offering up myself as bananas is my modus operandi. You don't have to keep your eyes peeled for my slip ups; I freely admit them. Banana or pineapple? you can't be both.
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Oh, summer, bins laden.
Oh, bummer.
Refuse.
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