I woke up with a thought too stupid to pursue, but impossible to ignore. “What’s the deal with all the bad toys named Jimmy?” It was garbage. That’s not a topic for discussion. That’s not an article. A worthless waste of thought, so I went to my office to never think about it again when a voice from the books said, “I know you heard me.”
It was coming from the Dennis Miller section. “Yes, here,” said a book I’d never seen before between The Rant Zone and I Rant Therefore I Am. “Right here,” said The Official “Talking” Dennis Miller Book of the 8 Worst Jimmy Toys. “You found me,” said The Official “Talking” Dennis Miller Book of the 8 Worst Jimmy Toys.
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