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Sometimes Jesus kicked back on his small patio with the flamingo, appreciating the sunset and the ice-cold beer, and contemplating his luck at being supported by his father with the monthly checks.
Was the flamingo pink?
Naturally.
I get so mad sometimes. I remember the day I wanted to start my art career by doing a pink flamingo. What? Taken? Dammit!