The point at which chaos, The bizarre and an implicit legacy of devastation meet and merge: my little girl's front bottom.
"Mommy, mommy! n-n-NOONY!"
"What is it, honey?"
"Gosh! I just...NOONY BANOONY!!!"
"Oh, honey, -sob- I'm all agog."
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"...until all of us were consumed in the din banoony."
(W. H. Hobson)
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