Psychologist: “What is the trouble?” Patient: “It’s my memory.” Psychologist: “And when did this trouble start?” Patient: “What trouble?” $
It was a lazy monday. I’d seen the doctor about the cut in my finger and slept a bit during the day. Went to bed that night and fell asleep.
she ain got no mony her clothes aa kina fonny o but luv luv luv groze werr mirabel goze! she talks a kina lazy kina crazy her lifes a mistery! o o luv groze werr mirabel goze!