Last thought on Friday when leaving work: "wow I never noticed how many people walk around downtown with humps. It's like being at a casting call for the Hunchback of Notre Dame'"
Saturday's thought while picking pumpkins: "Wasn't there a horror film about a pumpkin head killer? Oh wait the XTC song Peter Pumpkinhead! Gosh I love that song...I wonder whatever happened to them. OHHH cornstalks! Wait. Stephen King Children of the Corn. Nope. Can't do cornstalks..."
Later Saturday: "Hmmm if I cook dinner then really it sets the expectation I will do that more often so maybe I shouldn't"
And this is why people say Poor Mr PBS.
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