I had a weird hot dream last night about getting it on with Don Ameche in a 1930s bus station bathroom.
I high-fived myself.
Tell me. Give it to me. Come on. Spill it. High five worthiness! No matter too small!
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I high-fived my cat. Score!
Oh, oh.. I just did a google image search on young Don Ameche, I imagined myself with his pencil moustache, and I look like Cab Calloway. ![high five, myself]!
Let me think...
... I thought!!
...high five myself!!
I made tasty turnip pancake. I didn't cry in front of coworkers. High-five myself!!!
EDIT: It was parsnip pancake.
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.
I got a pack of awesome rainbow-colored lace from the piece goods store for a PENNY! Someone musta died on it, but what did I do?!
I HIGH-FIVED MYSELF! (The cashier encouraged it too.)
I actually observed a guy give himself a high-five in lecture after answering a question correctly.
Gromit, you have witnessed awesomeness in action, you crazy turnip-pancake lady. High five yourself!
(I need to change my post though. I said the wrong vegetable!)
Poor turnips. Cruelly demoted from their new and lofty status as a breakfast dish. Back to the veggie patch with you, Turnips!