Urk
Let’s just say
I work. I urk
legitimately.
The irky imp
that really
temps
is too realist
ic. Let’s just
say I’m out
of ink for the
timestamp.
We have
those (with
nachos). “But
who gives a
lipstick?” asks
the surrealistic
impish jerk.
“Not I,” said
the secret
spy, red
undantly.
Let’s just
say I
hurt the
gob-search
website.
Going for
ward, I
prim
rose to be
a less
