Look, the alarm clock radio is gone. I know, I know, your
great grandmother had that same one in World War II and you've never been able
to find another one just like it until now. I've heard it all before, old man.
But it's gone. Quit calling here.
I got rid of that and now I've got an antique
unicycle.
You that read right.
But you didn't read that right!
I traded the alarm clock radio for a motherfuedin' antique
unicycle. It's got just the one wheel which, I've learned, is how you can tell
it's a unicycle. Now if you recall, I traded a Sunflower iPhone handset for
that alarm clock radio (and if you don't recall, you should probably go see a
doctor because that was only a week ago dude). So I essentially traded that
Sunflower promotional product for the unicycle.
