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Last night I flew out to the east coast to share an excellent pot roast dinner with Steve and his wife (with potatoes, I might add, and by this I naturally mean the dinner, of course, because it would be silly to say that Steve’s wife is “with potatoes”, although now that I’m thinking about it, I bet a woman who could give birth to potatoes would be pretty popular with the men, once word got around).
After a violent whipping, the cook placed the scrambled eggs in the pan, completely disregarding the fact that he’d allowed his participle to dangle free and untamed like a raging metaphor that makes no sense.
Mr. Edmondson resigned quietly from his post teaching English at the Nathan Hale Girls academy after he was caught dangling his participle’s in front of his freshman class.
After their 6th shooter Mouse convinced Br. Ezra to call Keith to see if Pinocchio would defend them during their pending dangling participle trial.
Br. Ezra leaped up on the table and while grabbing his crotch shouted at the judge, “I wave my dangling participle’s in your general direction.”
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