Snow is melting. Ground is slushy mess.
I had a dream last night that my bank really wanted to hire me. I couldn't understand why.
I want to write a script for a creepy movie. I am trying to think of what gives me the creeps:
Birds, of course. That's been done.
Little kids with twisted grown-up minds: Children of the Corn.
I have it: Birds of the Corn. They recruit little kids to do their evil bidding indoors.
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