Fred's dad sold abacuses for a living during the sixties...

He was part of the counter culture.

The song that Freudian psychoanalysts hate the most?
Forever Jung.

I hired a translator while traveling in Scandinavia.
The guy was so good he could Finnish my sentences.

Fred was trying to put a new hole in his leather belt, but wasn't able to,
Despite giving it his awl.



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