Dang, I wish I could eat something.
A cheeseburger. A piano. A box of packing peanuts. A pile of sawdust, or a roll of bubble wrap. Shit, just to have something inside me.
In a strong breeze, I actually whistle like a hollow reed. No, not really, but it feels like I should.
Less than four days, dear man.
Sending strong thoughts and prayers your way.
Eh, quit your whining, head on over to the local aquarium and whistle back at the dolphins.
You’ve got my sympathies. I dunno if I could do it.
In three or four days, you’ll wish that you hadn’t given me the keys to the car.
Lmao!