I was listening to a Beatles album in my filthy debris-filled bedroom and it told me to “picture [myself] in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies” and the best I could do was to picture myself on a boat in a filthy debris-filled bedroom.
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I was late for my date because I was talking to another girl at the Dairy Queen; when my girlfriend asked why I was late, the best story I could manage was that I’d been talking to another girl at the Tastee-Freeze.
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Some toddlers have an overactive imagination. My parents had to poke my imagination with a stick for fear it had died.
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To me, every problem is a nail and the only tool I have is a basketball.
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They tell me to write about what I know; so, I wrote a short story about a guy trying to write a short story.
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When I force myself to imagine subsequent moves in a chess game, I can never imagine back to the present. EVEN WITH THE BOARD IN FRONT OF ME.
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I can’t solve algebraic word problems because, when I try to imagine when Sally is four times as old as Bill was when he was seven, I break out in red blotches and I throw up. A friend said that I should get my anxiety treated. She said, “Imagine how much better your life would be”. I told her I couldn’t…
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When I try to imagine what my life will be like in a year, it’s always me still sitting there trying to imagine what my life will be like in a year.
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A friend and I were sitting in a racket ball court and he asked me if I had any suggestions for what he should name his puppy; and the only name I could come up with was “Racket Ball Court”.
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As a toddler, my imaginary friend just sat on the couch and didn’t say anything…
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My imaginary friend was called acrobat. Bet you can’t guess what his profession was 😊
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Certified Public Accountant?
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😂
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I’m getting close to having the first chapter done… another week, I think…
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Ok, looking forward to it 😊
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Your imaginary friend has no imagination? I can’t imagine that…
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Well, don’t ask me to imagine it…
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The only imagination worth having is one where someone pays you to have it.
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I can’t conceive of a situation where that might happen… but, well… you know… no imagination…
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If you can imagine Donald Trump behind bars, I’ll drink to that.
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I remember when I was little, having an imaginary playmate named “Babe.” The adults thought it was cute. Not to be outdone, my older sister decided to have her own imaginary playmate named “Plabe.” 🙄
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Siblings! The ultimate plagiarers…
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Hmm… maybe the “Pl” in “Plabe” was for “plagiarism, she just didn’t know it.
That wasn’t the only time, either. For some reason I called my hands “Daddy” and “Tootie.” Susie then called hers “Mommy” and “Fruity.” We still laugh uncontrollably when we remember that.
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