Keyttle

Willy Wonka: So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.

Keyttle:  But why? It's true... well maybe to some of us. Or should I doubt that...

Willy Wonka: Oh, you should never ever doubt what nobody is sure about.

Keyttle:  Good point but I'm not even sure if some of us are even real ...

Willy Wonka: Why, of course they're real people. From Loompaland.

Keyttle:  Loompaland, can't say I've ever been there, nor can I say I have.

Willy Wonka: [singing] In springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing hey ding... a-ding, a-ding, sweet lovers love... the spring.

Keyttle:  [joins in singing too] When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding Hey ding-a ding-a-ding Hey ding-ading-a-ding

Willy Wonka: I don't understand it. The children are dissappearing like rabbits. Well, we still have each other. Shall we press on?

Keyttle:  I seen the last one running like the dickens holding his ears tightly. Not at all resembling rabbits. Sure, I'll follow you. Where are we heading to?

Willy Wonka: Where all the other bad eggs go, down the garbage chute.

Okay, yes I admit I have an odd side. But who doesn't? I'm just your not-so-ordinary-person you bump into when you go dumpster diving or the diner on the corner with a lit up sign that say's "Sorry we're open."

Honestly, I do enjoy flat sodapop, short walks, scary places (not always)to take photos of, twisted unpredictable movies, under an hour old coffee, and mostly all types of folks that put up with me.