My Little Golden Book of Phobias

Today the sun shone upon the people and the people did squinteth and the people did fumble for sunglasses and the males of the species wore kilts and sneakers and the females of the species wore barely anything and they eyed one another and little bubbles rose in their heads and the hormone levels rose as well as body parts and there were thoughts of merging and mating and building a nest for the eggs and ordering pizza and watching movies very closely on the couch without any clothes or birth control and the midwives rejoiceth for the increase in business when the pregnancy tests looketh like + instead of - and the moral of the story is, um, use sunscreen and beware of kilted men when you are blinded by the yellow orb in the sky. 

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