I made some chocolate pudding the other day and I realized I smelled nothing but three octopi. This was weird because I sold the octopi 3 years ago and it was in a different compartment also. I think somebody is watching. I should take my tea tree oil and walk to the nearest sandwich shop to see if the poster I ordered is ready. It’s supposed to be a collage of not one, but two threes mixed together to form a remedy for what is or isn’t the snake food. Bill said yesterday that he wants to someday sell salads to underprivileged bees, but my funds are low because I sent my money to a prince from Zanzibar. He’ll need to wait until next week when I get paid back.