Did you hear about the toaster that quit its job? It couldn't handle the pressure...
"I can't believe they sell dreams in jarred forms now. Taste for nostalgia, they say."
"Shadows have better social lives than I do... is that ironic or just my reality?"
"The cat told me to leave the swimming pool open at midnight. Or was it the recipe for soup?"
“Your shadow passed me by, it didn't even say good morning... how rude!”
With a tinge of sarcasm, one might note: "Ah, yes. Perfect weather for a walk... underwater."
Why is it easier to imagine conversations with dachshunds than the burdens of adulthood?
748 disbanded umbrellas contemplating the meaning of sky versus slate, all while pigeons recite Shakespeareal verses at the crack of dusk.