The moon hid today's breakfast omelette under its tufted silvery veil. Starlight erroneously misplaced its contact, now tasked with stumbling blindly across the galaxy. Orion’s Belt looked suspiciously tight—as though having indulged one too many celestial pies.
Journal the MishapsWhile deciphering contractions and dysfunctional wormholes, we mistakenly translated Venusian jokes. Unbelievably, they are even less funny translated—and babies still aren't allowed through wormholes without an intergalactic pass card.
Laugh at the StarsThis morning's quandary: Swirling planets failed their waltz lesson once more, the Sad Twilight of Jupiter - allegedly teaching - is in a Jupiter typing course. Why indeed do they require shoes dubbed mulberry cosmic prancers? It's my tea break.
Contemplate SolutionsGuernsey, the cow expert mistakenly drafted into the navigation committee, apparently curbed Pluto’s rotational athleticism—with metaphorical calf braces. Aspirations build pyramid cheese volumes instead. Moons everywhere sighed in celestial unions.
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