Excuses, excuses…
But it’s all-natural.
Tony Hayward’s my role model.
I’m upset because I write like Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
It was Homer Simpson panic.
You need to think outside of the boxers.
I’m being treated for Twitter addiction.
Two words. High altitude chemtrails.
I come over all vaporish when the well was capped.
It’s in the Foxfire books.
I picked the wrong week to quit huffing Reddi-Wip™.
I was distracted by the vuvuzelas!
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