(Repeat after me...if you can)
One hand.
Two ducks.
Three squawking geese.
Four Limerick oysters.
Five corpulent porpoises.
Six pairs of Don L. Vera tweezers.
Seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array.
Eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt.
Nine sympathetic, apathetic, telepathic old men on roller skates with a remarkable propensity toward sloth.
Ten lyrical, spherical, ethereal demons from the deep who neither quiver from the quay nor quay from the quiver, nor both at the same time. (or …from the deep with a bilbous bias toward Big Bill Bagoda’s Bayou Bistro.)
Eleven delegated, segregated, highly unappreciated, superficial, artificial, old irish golf officials living in an igloo in the frigid Northern Hemisphere.
And a dozen donuts.
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