Bob smiled wanely at the baby in the woman’s lap on the other side of the waiting room and remembered when he used to play with little Bob, Jr.’s toes: This little Bob went to market, and this little Bob stayed home; this little Bob had roast beef, and this little Bob had none; this little Bob cried “wee-wee-wee” all the way home!
Keith stop messing with me. I write a sentence about piss and what should appear on the random scrine just below, but this old sentence about “wee-wee-wee.”