Yeah. Blame the Great Depression, not me!
I don't have either of those things. They were stolen during the Great Depression.
Or socks!
Or your conscience.
No that's moles you're thinking of.
Traffic is just such a strange phenomena...One moment they're here, then they vanish, then they reappear...
IT IS THE TRAFFIC!!!
Be very afraid.
Your slanty text does not frighten me.
The Traffic.