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The other day I was talking to my knee. To my right knee. We spoke of many things that needed to be spoken of. And we spoke of some things that didn't need to be spoken of. Then I smoked a cigarette. I would have offered one to my knee, but it doesn't smoke. It tried smoking once, but it didn't work. For one thing, it doesn't have a mouth to hold the cigarette in. Actually that one thing is the only thing that's kept it from smoking. If it did have a mouth, it would definitely smoke. It would smoke a lot I can tell you that. You see it doesn't have to worry about lung cancer because it doesn't have any lungs. That got me thinking: what if my knee had lungs? Would they also be my lungs? Or would they just be my knee's lungs? If I ran out of breath, would they be any help? It would be like, "Hey knee! Pitch in will ya?"

I am out of breath right now. I could use some help. My knee is giving me the cold shoulder treatment. I wonder, is that my shoulder too? If I get tired, will Mr.Right Knee let me hang my bag on it? Or at least my jacket when it gets too hot to wear one?

Oh in case you're wondering "Hmm, if it don't got a mouth, how's it havin' a conversation?!". Well duh! Telepathy of course! We talk with our brains.
I wonder, is that my brain too?

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aaaahh! now THAT felt EVEN BETTER!!!
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