Another Point of Singularity

Yes, I admit it; I can't help myself. I like to skitter around the track at 20 miles per on the back of giant egg laying flightless birds. I know it is cruel. But when you have that Ostrich-riding monkey on your back, man, you're just not yourself any more. The bird rides YOU, baby, the bird rides YOU.

I'll never be a professional, like THIS GUY, but I like to keep my hand in, so to speak.

Whoops, gotta go. Time to slop the birds again. You won't believe my corn bills.

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