Stupidest Bedtime Story EverThere was once a yellow butterfly who thought to itself, ‘Why am I called a butterfly? I may be yellow, and I may fly, but I am not butter. “Or am I?” So the yellow butterfly flew about, thinking on this, until it found a blue butterfly, a purple butterfly, and a red butterfly. And the yellow butterfly said to the other butterflies, “Why are we called butterflies? I may be yellow, and I may fly, but I am not made of butter. “Or am I?” The other butterflies thought about this. “Well, you are yellow, and you do fly, and you are called a butterfly. So you must made of butter.”Stupidest Bedtime Story Ever
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"So, the pudding is irrelevant."
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"Some people are like slinkies; they're basically good for nothing, but it makes you smile when you push them down a flight of stairs."
Man, I gotta find me some slinkies!
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"So, the pudding is irrelevant."
-Dr. Laura
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"Some people are like slinkies; they're basically good for nothing, but it makes you smile when you push them down a flight of stairs."
Man, I gotta find me some slinkies!
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"All poets adore thunderstorms, tornadoes, conflagrations, ruins, scenes of spectacular carnage. The poetic imagination is therefore not at all a desirable quality in a chief of state." W. H. Auden
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"Some people are like slinkies; they're basically good for nothing, but it makes you smile when you push them down a flight of stairs."
Man, I gotta find me some slinkies!
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