one time i had a dream that it was the birthday of my sister, flykra.
flykra didn't want to go into the family mustard business. instead she became a dancer. she and her husband, roger, started a dance troupe called "peace weavers," they're dedicated to promoting ideas and raising awareness and blah blah blah blah blah...
my birthday wishes were a little late, but i'm still waiting for my christmas present from flykra.
my pet fish, bubbles, called them a bunch of do-gooders. i told him that he was just jealous because his sister was a no good bum. he didn't argue because his sister, cinnabar, fell off the trestle.
"well, at least i don't have a brother-in-law." bubbles replied.
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