When I couldn't go a whole day without frolicking through a field, I knew...

I was addicted to gamboling.

I lost my job, my wife, my apartment. But I didn't care.

I just kept on skipping through the meadows, cavorting in the fields. My gamboling addiction was out of control.

Why wasn't the little lamb allowed to frolic in the meadow with the other little lambs?

Because he had a serious gambolling problem.

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