My computer? Load and boot ’er. Eat at Hooters, spay and neuter, Roto-Rooter, reading tutor, air polluter, rocket shooter.
Now the cooling fan is running: overheating, looking stunning. Good for surfing, easy lugging. Kissing, hugging. Smiling, mugging.
Look at all the lights a-blinking, meaning my computer’s thinking. Prep a candidate for shrinking, while we skate around the rinking.
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