I was drifting off into sweet slumber last night when suddenly I felt my nose being pinched shut. I opened my eyes to find Michael staring at me. "I can't take it anymore," he says. "Your nose whistle sounds like screaming babies."
Um, I don't think he really understands what a screaming baby sounds like. Do you want to borrow Fred for a couple days? I can have him on a plane tomorrow.
P.S. while you have Freddie, try and get him into the movie biz, K?
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Um, I don't think he really understands what a screaming baby sounds like. Do you want to borrow Fred for a couple days? I can have him on a plane tomorrow.
P.S. while you have Freddie, try and get him into the movie biz, K?
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