Jon and I were walking along one day when we had a revelation. An epiphany. An explosion in our respective brains. What if every word was an onomatopoeia?
We're just a set of Jons with similar sense of humor. not toilet humor, strangely enough. I guess it's the lack of the "h" in our names. Yes, we are not plumbing. Just roommates.
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Anyone who saw this would probably think there was something wrong with you. (The question is, would they be wrong?)
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