“I could fuck on my back like 4:44. But I don’t. I do it like 3:33.”

“Pet my 3:33 pm like it’s a beard. Live it, but don’t lick it.”

“Quick! Hide under my 3:33 am, but don’t pet my 3:33 pm.”

“Sometimes I think I know her. This is not one of those times. This is not 3:33.”

“I have a 12:34 representational time dance. I do it at 3:33 every other Tuesday (twice a day). If you’d like to participate in my choreographed dance routine, bring a football helmet and a half empty can of tuna (keeps the stray cats away, because I perform in a gritty, grimy downtown alley).
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“When the clock reads 3:00, I don’t call it three o’clock, I call it three hundred, and I remember the Spartans. At 3:01, however, I remember what I was doing at 2:59, and I get back to it.
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“It’s 3:32, and I need just one more ingredient to finish baking 3:33. Would you prefer the AM or the PM piece?”