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At the art show with his awesome bird
I ran into a friend at the kindergarten art show late last week.
“How’ve you been?” she asked.
“Ugh. I have shingles.”
She started to laugh a little.
“You know, I was just saying to T. that I have all these friends who do so much. I just don’t know how they do it. I used you as an example. I can barely keep a ball and a half in the air, and you do so much! How’d you do it, I wondered.”
“Yup. Shingles. That’s how I do it.”
“Ha! Yes! Shingles!” she cheerfully replied.
It’s been that kind of week, a week where it’s sometimes a funny thing. You know, “I got shingles!! On my lady bits!! Hahahaha. Right?! Who knew that could happen?! Hahahaha.”
Because anything that rhymes with Pringles and ends up on your lady bits…
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