I thought it might have been after I hit post, but the effort wasn’t there to edit or delete.

I wonder if they drew the dinosaur or the falling molten debris first?

I had cast my favorite harry potter spell, licktorus clitorus, and while I was plucking the notes on that wonderful little harp, her cat crept in. Head back, eyes closed, mouth agape, toes gripping the fabric of the couch, and that’s when the cat decided to get her face into her face as far as she could, given the time alloted for an expression of gratitude and ecstacy. She was immediately alarmed by a whisker brushing the sides of her mouth as the kitten’s twitchy little nose dove past her teeth. It ruined the experience, but it’s funny to mention now.

Further division and in-fighting among leftist communities is a benefit known soley to the capitalist.