Johnny inherited one of Grandpa Petty's traits, the love of vaccuming. He just loves to help his Mother vacuum, which I know she greatly appreciates.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
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