I was looking at my textpad and noticed that I was diagnosed with PAD. I was so drunk I could barely see the dialpad on my phone to call my wife who was back at the pad. She was busy drawing lily pads on her new voodoopad notebook and was also making full use of the maxipad that time of the month.
I told her to get my phonepad so I could call another doctor but since my place was really just a bachelor's pad before she moved in, she couldn't find anything. Of course, she used that as a launchpad to start bitching at me about redoing the apartment and I just simply told her to hush an look in the drawer next to the mousepad. While I was jotting down some stuff on my scratch pad she told me the drawer had a padlock on it..............
Ok, I quit. That was the pollock way of padding.
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