Let me get this straight: I need a license to drive a car, but anyone who wants to can name their child “Travis”?

If anyone needs me, I’ll be spinning around in a counter-clockwise manner, reciting the words to “Under Pressure” in a deep monotone.

The power to see and pet the ghosts of dogs, and since I’m the only one who can, they all come and hang out with me.

I just got myself wet and rubbed soap all over my various parts. And then I rubbed some other stuff on my teeth. Don’t tell anyone.

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