Stream of unconsciousness
I am a real chip aficionado, addicted to the crunch as it were. O once bet myself that I couldn’t eat just one. I lost. But I won. After all I did just eat one bag. There Lays the key to my weakness. I took my cat Chet to the vet to have him neutered. The vet had a particular fondness for Rocky Mountain Oysters. How do I know? As I left, I saw him roasting Chet’s nuts over an open fire. The phrase, as it were, peculiar thing to say. How do you conjugate that? Put it in a motel room with some... Sign in to see full entry.