HuskiesFan1014
Let your Candle shine brightly!
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I get Schoolhouse Rock flashbacks when I hear the name of this bowl:
Now, I know a thing called Baby Boy Mowers Gasparilla, and I could say that Baby Boy found a bowl
that allowed Baby Boy to call it home, and now that bowl belongs to Baby Boy Mowers Gasparilla.
Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to, 'cause I got pronouns, I can say, "HE found a bowl that HE calls home and now IT is HIS."
Now Baby Boy has a sister named Poulan Weedeater Independence. If she found a bowl I'd say to you: "SHE found a bowl that allowed HER to call it home, and now it is HERS." But I can't say that... 'cause she found CUSA which fell in love with HER and THEY're so happy.
And my name's Beef O'Brady Saint Petersburg. (No relation to Baby Boy Mowers.) Because of pronouns, I can say: "I wish SHE would find a bowl for ME, and WE'd be happy." You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun, 'cause saying all those nouns over and over can really wear you down!
Apparently, they've legalized crack upstate.
