They rocket.
And call it ASsMR
'No, just up to your neck'
Trouble-soothing.
My son loves this one with online learning. I only had to explain to him what troubleshooting was 4 times!
They're forest.
I call it:
THE A-TONE-MINT!!!!!
It was a marry Archie band.
My daughter says it will be very soothing.
Lorem epsom salt
There will be no coffin at his funeral.
My wife is trying to soothe the little fella, not sure whatโs wrong.
Thereโs a short checklist we go through, feed, hot/cold or pooping. He has a bit of trouble when heโs trying to poop.
โWhatโs hurting? What do you want? Is it mouth or butt that you want?โ
Me from the kitchen:
โHow come I never get this question?โ
"Hear here," she sobbed, asking, "who's there?"
"No," I said soothingly. "Who's on first. They're there."
"Oh." She said, seeing that I pointed to the flowers I had found in the cemetery on the way to the showing. "Thanks for coming by."
He's been practicing for this role for months. He goes down to the opera house on the day of the audition, only to find he's come down with a sore throat and can't hit his notes anymore. In a panic, he asks one of the directors if they can postpone his audition.
"I'm sorry," says the director, "but we can't delay an audition for just one performer. That would set a bad precedent. Instead, I'll let you in on a little opera house secret." The director pours the man a cup of warm, smelly liquid. "Drink this. It's a special tea to help your throat. The recipe has been passed down for decades in this opera company, and I guarantee it will make you able to sing again."
The man wrinkles up his nose and takes a swig. "Euch! This is... awful! What's in this tea anyways?"
"Well, it's a secret herbal tea blend made with... well... fish broth." The director replies. "Tuna, specifically. We've found it helps soothe the throat better than any other fish we've tried."
Sure enough the man is able to sing again! He hits all his notes and gives an exemplary performance.
At the end of the auditions, he finds the director that gave him the tea. "So... what did you think? Did I get the part or not?" He asks.
"I'm sorry," said the director, "you performed well, but we've decided to give the part to someone else."
"That's OK," the man says, "I'm just really grateful for the Opera-Tuna-Tea."
Soothe jazz of course!
