sat in the doctor’s office this week, preparing for my annual physical
saw this clock with Honest Abe riding a motorcycle
with a beaver.
i was all ha ha until i read the text complaining something about my dreams.
it made me at first feel a little bad because thru xbi practice,
ive cut my dreams out of my sleep patterns.
they bleed into my nutty imagination during waking hours, but i was all
abe lincoln wants back into my head, with a beaver? sounds interesting.
then the doc told me i only have 75 years to live
and i was all screw you dreams.