but not as often as he used to.
Oh, the dreams I will have tonight...
So, how were they? Were they happy dreams in which you and your furry lobster lover walked arm-in-arm along the banks of the Seine? Or did you have that dream in which you arrive at school and realize that you forgot to put your clothes on, and all the furry lobsters laugh at you? I hate that one.
All the furry lobsters were waving pickles, except for the one furry lobster in the Sun God robes.
First lobster I've ever seen who looked like he might really, really be into ABBA.
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your lifeSee that girl, watch that scene, dig in the lobster queen
Arrgh, now I can't get that song out of my head. What have I done to myself?
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