She kept throwing away all the W's.
A smoke aLaama.
Me:Glowing Neighbour:Pregnant Me:No, she's on fire, just going for more wood Neighbour:You're sick Me:You're next
Because they were a nuisance (new cents).
A-flat minor (or a broken piano)
ME: Soul crushing and void of meaning W: I meant your meal M: Soul crushing, void of meaning, and needs salt
ME:What would YOU like W:Excuse me M:No one ever asks you, do they W:*tearing up* No.. they don't. Thank you.
A: Proofreading.
Because she kept throwing out all the W's
She has a tampon behind her ear, and she is looking for her pencil.