Tuesday May 31st, 2016
8:32 am (6 1/4 hours of sleep)
Jingling in the pocket of a clown, I sat wondering how I had gotten there. Gary Lamar ate nothing but cigarette butts for a week upon which he decided it to be a poor dietary choice. The tobacco companies would miss his patronage. Where for art the artists? When might they be returning? What has happened to the people of Swintch that they would be nothing more than a bad jolly boy in the prime of his life?
Sweden left nothing up to the imagination when they became the harbinger of the end times. Where might these end times be? You silly bungalo! I just told you! Sweden! Time and again the times of another being is sometimes too much for a Trembalo to manage. These creatures know nothing of managing ones own time. So they make it their business to steal other people's. What life might have been like without them constantly stealing the time from the rest of us.
Some people like to donk up their lives with the intent to never undonk it. These people usually like to try and donk other lives once theirs has been properly donked. These people should be taught proper undonking procedures to help with their lives.
"When will the Vibromanx be ready for production?"
"When we have the patents available."
"What would we need to do to see this thing through?"
"Think happy thoughts for at least two hours daily."
"See, I thought it took more than that these days."
"Naw, man. That's about all their is to it."
"Well I hope production goes well for you."
"As with you, my bartifelinx trantoriss."
"Shalom"
"Shalom"
"Guuuuuuurl, you be seeing things in hypermax 3D again haven't cha?"
"No I have not my good man. No I have not."
Twirling for the glory of the space needle was nothing to scoff at. Killing time was.
"Lame excuses for a third eye wearing manx loving hug feeling fairy mongering twit!" yelled the butcher to his best customer Mrs O'Donovan. Mrs O'Donovan used to be in the anti alien league on Dorovish Prime. So she understood the sacrifices it took to truly be racist against off-worlders.
"Fantasy football has nothing to do with dragons!" yelled little Billy Ponix at his mother. She had only asked whether he wanted steak or slime for dinner and truly didn't know her son. Billy would grow up to be the head coach of the first professional football team to eat the other during the game. This was due to the fact that he had fielded only dragons. Turns out their are no official rules in football against fielding mythical creatures.
Tuesday 31 May 2016
Monday 30 May 2016
Pt 15: The Panel
Monday May 30th, 2016
8:26 am (7 hours of sleep)
Tumbling through forever, I found I couldn't speak. I had found myself along passages of time and space long since forgotten by the children of the infinite. What seemed like eons and millenia adrift along corridors and passages, I came upon a door labeled "maintenance". How I managed to open said door I cannot say but I know one thing is for certain. I should never have crossed the mantle of that ill fated room.
It seemed like a natural boiler room. All except the far end had a large panel with all sorts of buttons, dials, levers, and many colored blinking lights. All of these seemed to be labeled with some function of the universe from causing rain to fall to creating planets and other celestial bodies. I would have had to exhibit a level of self control I knew in my wanderings of the infinite, I had long since lost.
I approached the panel all aglow with thoughts and ideas of what this might mean for reality. Did I, at this very moment, have the power to create and destroy the very fabric of what we had ever known? I inspected this panel of creation and realized there had been someone here long before my own admittance to this back room of reality. Some switches had what looked like a layer of dust on them while yet others seemed newly installed and shiny.
As I inspected the panel I noticed some buttons and levers were pushing and pulling themselves. One button labeled "birth" kept pressing itself with a speed no mortal man would be able to track. another labeled "death" seemed to be attempting to keep up with it's counterpart. All the buttons and levers each having there own distinct purpose clearly labeled was fascinating enough, though through my inspections I became transfixed with one particular lever the color of cobalt. Not because I knew what would occur should I use it for it's designated purpose but because I didn't know it's purpose. It was ancient in design with a layer of dust showing it's neglect but what interested me most was the fact of it being unlabeled. Something of it's mystery was so enticing that I had to interact with it.
I found my hands upon that mysteriously beautiful piece of cobalt equipment That now I wish I had never laid eyes on and with almost no force at all had flipped it. What came next is hard to describe. The senses of a physical being like myself don't seem to e acute enough to take all that I witnessed in. Several colors and hues that don't exist upon any known spectrum appeared to come from within the machine and swallowed all other colors from the room. My senses overcome and failing me, I started to question my sanity as a deafening sound akin to the chaotic roaring of a battlefield though not like any field of battle I have witnessed. As the sound grew in crescendo all emotions of awe or wonderment seemed to have been absorbed by the panel only to be replaced by dread and a sense of impending death. Not my own death but the death of everything. The death of reality. I fought with the switch attempting to will the thing to it's previous position. However, nothing I did nor any number of profanities forced the object of my previous fascination to it's starting position.
As the cacophonous roar grew ever more I saw upon the floor printed as plain as you are reading this right now, a sign which read, "Caution: interfering with the workings of this panel may cause an imbalance and subsequent total collapse of reality. Have a pleasant day". The reading of the sign was the last thing I experienced as the hallways and backrooms of reality collapsed into nothing.
8:26 am (7 hours of sleep)
Tumbling through forever, I found I couldn't speak. I had found myself along passages of time and space long since forgotten by the children of the infinite. What seemed like eons and millenia adrift along corridors and passages, I came upon a door labeled "maintenance". How I managed to open said door I cannot say but I know one thing is for certain. I should never have crossed the mantle of that ill fated room.
It seemed like a natural boiler room. All except the far end had a large panel with all sorts of buttons, dials, levers, and many colored blinking lights. All of these seemed to be labeled with some function of the universe from causing rain to fall to creating planets and other celestial bodies. I would have had to exhibit a level of self control I knew in my wanderings of the infinite, I had long since lost.
I approached the panel all aglow with thoughts and ideas of what this might mean for reality. Did I, at this very moment, have the power to create and destroy the very fabric of what we had ever known? I inspected this panel of creation and realized there had been someone here long before my own admittance to this back room of reality. Some switches had what looked like a layer of dust on them while yet others seemed newly installed and shiny.
As I inspected the panel I noticed some buttons and levers were pushing and pulling themselves. One button labeled "birth" kept pressing itself with a speed no mortal man would be able to track. another labeled "death" seemed to be attempting to keep up with it's counterpart. All the buttons and levers each having there own distinct purpose clearly labeled was fascinating enough, though through my inspections I became transfixed with one particular lever the color of cobalt. Not because I knew what would occur should I use it for it's designated purpose but because I didn't know it's purpose. It was ancient in design with a layer of dust showing it's neglect but what interested me most was the fact of it being unlabeled. Something of it's mystery was so enticing that I had to interact with it.
I found my hands upon that mysteriously beautiful piece of cobalt equipment That now I wish I had never laid eyes on and with almost no force at all had flipped it. What came next is hard to describe. The senses of a physical being like myself don't seem to e acute enough to take all that I witnessed in. Several colors and hues that don't exist upon any known spectrum appeared to come from within the machine and swallowed all other colors from the room. My senses overcome and failing me, I started to question my sanity as a deafening sound akin to the chaotic roaring of a battlefield though not like any field of battle I have witnessed. As the sound grew in crescendo all emotions of awe or wonderment seemed to have been absorbed by the panel only to be replaced by dread and a sense of impending death. Not my own death but the death of everything. The death of reality. I fought with the switch attempting to will the thing to it's previous position. However, nothing I did nor any number of profanities forced the object of my previous fascination to it's starting position.
As the cacophonous roar grew ever more I saw upon the floor printed as plain as you are reading this right now, a sign which read, "Caution: interfering with the workings of this panel may cause an imbalance and subsequent total collapse of reality. Have a pleasant day". The reading of the sign was the last thing I experienced as the hallways and backrooms of reality collapsed into nothing.
Sunday 29 May 2016
Pt 14: Mysterious Mysteries
Sunday May 29th, 2016
7:15 am (4 2/5 hours of sleep)
Marveling at the feats of the past will get you no where in life if you don't marvel at the mistakes and learn to use them to mark the disco era off of your bucket list. Ferreldith was a peaceful idyllic kingdom set against the backdrop of recent royal scandal and major upheaval of the kingdom next door. Having a neighbor like Xalian would make any kingdom look good I suppose. Tater links are the major export of any well developed well thought of country.
What kinds of mysteries come for the weekend and leave the house in a state of eternal upheaval? This is one of life's greatest mystery mysteries. Mysteriously, Lee knew the Miss Teary Award was going to be given to the most teary eyed young thing this side of Cowtunia.
Koalas can be the biggest jerks in animal society. They climb trees, eat everyone's leaves, and are generally little cussy bear fiends set upon the destruction of man and his hobbies. Now badgers are model citezens. They don't take guff from anybody nor do they plot the demises of anyone.
History can be easily repeated if you're boring enough.
Small creature like hands standing on the edge of tomorrow's future.
Train makers don't take into account the need for hobos anymore. The hobo is a dying breed found in the jungles of Mazatlon and are easily freighted by the authoritarian people of Shasta. Together, apart, some more are left to become something greater with someone while others are meant to shine as a single well built unit.
Face swapping the Swampfacer with the fwamp sacer is not the only thing the government is using your money for. They also think it's fun to make ballerinas break dance for the members of parliament who don't know the difference between quick step and a tango.
7:15 am (4 2/5 hours of sleep)
Marveling at the feats of the past will get you no where in life if you don't marvel at the mistakes and learn to use them to mark the disco era off of your bucket list. Ferreldith was a peaceful idyllic kingdom set against the backdrop of recent royal scandal and major upheaval of the kingdom next door. Having a neighbor like Xalian would make any kingdom look good I suppose. Tater links are the major export of any well developed well thought of country.
What kinds of mysteries come for the weekend and leave the house in a state of eternal upheaval? This is one of life's greatest mystery mysteries. Mysteriously, Lee knew the Miss Teary Award was going to be given to the most teary eyed young thing this side of Cowtunia.
Koalas can be the biggest jerks in animal society. They climb trees, eat everyone's leaves, and are generally little cussy bear fiends set upon the destruction of man and his hobbies. Now badgers are model citezens. They don't take guff from anybody nor do they plot the demises of anyone.
History can be easily repeated if you're boring enough.
Small creature like hands standing on the edge of tomorrow's future.
Train makers don't take into account the need for hobos anymore. The hobo is a dying breed found in the jungles of Mazatlon and are easily freighted by the authoritarian people of Shasta. Together, apart, some more are left to become something greater with someone while others are meant to shine as a single well built unit.
Face swapping the Swampfacer with the fwamp sacer is not the only thing the government is using your money for. They also think it's fun to make ballerinas break dance for the members of parliament who don't know the difference between quick step and a tango.
Saturday 28 May 2016
Pt 13: Almost No Knowledge
Saturday May 28th, 2016
8:23 am (6 1/2 hours of sleep)
Zillquitch Magnon The High Wizard of Frazathon, resident of Castle Krintaug, was an easily impressed man. Grow your beard out, he's impressed. Wash your pits, he's impressed. Let go of all earthly emotional attachments to seek higher planes of consciousness, he's impressed. Once an initiate wizardling washed his socks twice daily. Zillquitch was so impressed he promoted the initiate wizardling to the position and title of Lesser-Almost-But-Not-Quite-As-High-Of-A-Wizard Third Class.
It got to be that everyone in the order had almost no knowledge of the arcane but was damn good at art and crafts and interior design. So when the orcs and ghouls of Paizeron came invading, nearly the entire order was killed. However, the orcs and ghouls both agreed that the Castle Krintaug's ground's were exceedingly clean and impressively decorated.
The highest of wizarding councils got wind of the incident and sent orders for Zillquitch's resignation. To which he replied that had the letter not come written in such an impressively beautiful hand and on such impressively gorgeous staionary, he might not have obliged the request at all. Zillquitch Magnon The High Wizard of Frazathon stepped down and upon moving to the mountains, dedicated the rest of his days to attempting to brew the most perfect cup of tea.
Zillquitch's impressive successor Grand Wizard Bartok Feien, was such a hard man to impress that only the wizards who were the most talented and most knowledgeable in the arcane arts were given any advancements at all. The quality of wizards around were unmatched.
The news of such high quality wizards led to a flurry of letters to Castle Krintoug from High Wizard Zillquitch stating that he had heard of the amazing job his successor had been doing and that since he himself was so very impressed that as a gift, he would like to send his best strain of tea leaves to be grown there at the castle. To which Bartok replied, "Yeah, sure that sounds fine".
The tea in that area became well known throughout the world and flowed for decades. This brought about a reign of peace nobody had experienced in quite some time. Even the orcs and ghouls of Paizeron thought better of invading due to the tea being "so fine".
8:23 am (6 1/2 hours of sleep)
Zillquitch Magnon The High Wizard of Frazathon, resident of Castle Krintaug, was an easily impressed man. Grow your beard out, he's impressed. Wash your pits, he's impressed. Let go of all earthly emotional attachments to seek higher planes of consciousness, he's impressed. Once an initiate wizardling washed his socks twice daily. Zillquitch was so impressed he promoted the initiate wizardling to the position and title of Lesser-Almost-But-Not-Quite-As-High-Of-A-Wizard Third Class.
It got to be that everyone in the order had almost no knowledge of the arcane but was damn good at art and crafts and interior design. So when the orcs and ghouls of Paizeron came invading, nearly the entire order was killed. However, the orcs and ghouls both agreed that the Castle Krintaug's ground's were exceedingly clean and impressively decorated.
The highest of wizarding councils got wind of the incident and sent orders for Zillquitch's resignation. To which he replied that had the letter not come written in such an impressively beautiful hand and on such impressively gorgeous staionary, he might not have obliged the request at all. Zillquitch Magnon The High Wizard of Frazathon stepped down and upon moving to the mountains, dedicated the rest of his days to attempting to brew the most perfect cup of tea.
Zillquitch's impressive successor Grand Wizard Bartok Feien, was such a hard man to impress that only the wizards who were the most talented and most knowledgeable in the arcane arts were given any advancements at all. The quality of wizards around were unmatched.
The news of such high quality wizards led to a flurry of letters to Castle Krintoug from High Wizard Zillquitch stating that he had heard of the amazing job his successor had been doing and that since he himself was so very impressed that as a gift, he would like to send his best strain of tea leaves to be grown there at the castle. To which Bartok replied, "Yeah, sure that sounds fine".
The tea in that area became well known throughout the world and flowed for decades. This brought about a reign of peace nobody had experienced in quite some time. Even the orcs and ghouls of Paizeron thought better of invading due to the tea being "so fine".
Friday 27 May 2016
Pt 12: Effect of Complacency
Friday May 27th, 2016
9:09 am (5 1/4 hours of sleep)
Trailing on about the simple things in life, Terry Malone, didn't notice the jewel thieves take his one-in-a-million tiara. "Never again" thought the professional temptress Ruth Neikerbauker. She had stuck her neck out for the little people only to be snubbed by them. Sammy Panguina was a professional jewel thief before the accident that took his thumbs. The people of the weekend are a fickle crowd.
"Knowledge is the key to knowing things" uttered Professor Templeton only seconds before he knew he was full of shit. He would change career paths to become a plumber. He found his path change to not be rewarding at all.
Salidon Kreempf was a tyrant through and through. He knew there was only a small chance of an uprising as he had kept the people in a constant state of want with the latest piece of whatever's shiny. This had the desired effect of complacency which kept him in power. He had heard somewhere that knowledge was power. So he figured if he kept all the knowledge for he and his offspring while withholding it from the people. He figured he would have been able to keep his family powerful and in charge. He hadn't figured on a hit squad from the neighboring country to come and kill the entire ruling class. Salidon Kreempf was left bleeding out on his palace floor. As the life left his body, he thought of his childhood ambitions that he had all but forgotten. Then in a final struggle for life Salidon Kreempf dragged himself to The Hall of Hubris and it was there he drew his last breath.
Alchemists are a finicky and unpredictable lot. You never know if they're going to heal you or kill you. However, you are sure of one thing. They scare the everything out of you.
9:09 am (5 1/4 hours of sleep)
Trailing on about the simple things in life, Terry Malone, didn't notice the jewel thieves take his one-in-a-million tiara. "Never again" thought the professional temptress Ruth Neikerbauker. She had stuck her neck out for the little people only to be snubbed by them. Sammy Panguina was a professional jewel thief before the accident that took his thumbs. The people of the weekend are a fickle crowd.
"Knowledge is the key to knowing things" uttered Professor Templeton only seconds before he knew he was full of shit. He would change career paths to become a plumber. He found his path change to not be rewarding at all.
Salidon Kreempf was a tyrant through and through. He knew there was only a small chance of an uprising as he had kept the people in a constant state of want with the latest piece of whatever's shiny. This had the desired effect of complacency which kept him in power. He had heard somewhere that knowledge was power. So he figured if he kept all the knowledge for he and his offspring while withholding it from the people. He figured he would have been able to keep his family powerful and in charge. He hadn't figured on a hit squad from the neighboring country to come and kill the entire ruling class. Salidon Kreempf was left bleeding out on his palace floor. As the life left his body, he thought of his childhood ambitions that he had all but forgotten. Then in a final struggle for life Salidon Kreempf dragged himself to The Hall of Hubris and it was there he drew his last breath.
Alchemists are a finicky and unpredictable lot. You never know if they're going to heal you or kill you. However, you are sure of one thing. They scare the everything out of you.
Thursday 26 May 2016
Pt 11: Time and Again
Thursday May 26th, 2016
10:06 am (7 hours of sleep)
Fighting hollowly on, our hero, after many eons of struggling forward, seemed to have been giving up.
"How much longer must I go? How many more must I slay? When will it be enough?" she pondered.
Like an answer to prayer, a great shaznarl beast lumbered from out of nowhere scooped up our hero and popping her in it's mouth chewed her up into many tiny pieces. Now normally being masticated instills fear in an individual but not our hero. She looks at it as the next great adventure. Letting her consciousness slip away, she found herself emerging into the arms of a strangely clad man wearing a robe, gloves, a little cloth hat, and a mask all the color green. After a short appraisal of the situation, she realized she seemed to be significantly smaller.
"How long was I out?" she attempted to say but nothing but gurgles erupted from her mouth.
She instinctively reached for her sword but to her dismay it was not there. Not only that, but she had what felt like a fleshy rope attached to her middle. After a shoot of pain the rope was severed and she was bundled in a blanket and passed from the strangely clad man to another giant of a man and a teary eyed woman.
To what levels of adventure she would be having, she was unsure. What she was sure about was the fact that this was all very frustrating.
Fred and Balinda had always wanted a baby girl and the way this one fidgeted and squirmed suggested she was going to be a hand full. They cleaned her up, thanked the doctors, and after a brief stay in the hospital, started home.
Traffic through mid-town was particularly dreadful this time of day. Which when coupled with the struggles of the baby made for an aggravating time. Finally upon returning home it hit the couple that life would continue just as it had but with one special difficult package added.
As time passed, our hero realized the boring monotony of living in this time and place. She realized she didn't belong here Give her monsters and fighting, royalty to rescue, or ancient deities to barter with. However, this place, this life had none of these things she had been familiar with.
As she grew, she fought. She fought with anyone and everyone. Labeled 'trouble child' by most, she found violence and vigilantism her greatest fantasies and her biggest outlets. In her previous existence she had been a hero, a warrior, a legend. In this reality she found herself in, she was just another angry nobody, just another angry teen. Then just another angry adult.
She was eventually put to death by lethal injection. Having succumbed to her fantasies of vigilantism, she had beaten a few muggers to death and caught, quite literally, red handed.
As the injectors emptied their contents into her veins, she felt herself slipping away, her consciousness drifting a bit only to be swallowed by nothingness.
And then, she awoke once more.
10:06 am (7 hours of sleep)
Fighting hollowly on, our hero, after many eons of struggling forward, seemed to have been giving up.
"How much longer must I go? How many more must I slay? When will it be enough?" she pondered.
Like an answer to prayer, a great shaznarl beast lumbered from out of nowhere scooped up our hero and popping her in it's mouth chewed her up into many tiny pieces. Now normally being masticated instills fear in an individual but not our hero. She looks at it as the next great adventure. Letting her consciousness slip away, she found herself emerging into the arms of a strangely clad man wearing a robe, gloves, a little cloth hat, and a mask all the color green. After a short appraisal of the situation, she realized she seemed to be significantly smaller.
"How long was I out?" she attempted to say but nothing but gurgles erupted from her mouth.
She instinctively reached for her sword but to her dismay it was not there. Not only that, but she had what felt like a fleshy rope attached to her middle. After a shoot of pain the rope was severed and she was bundled in a blanket and passed from the strangely clad man to another giant of a man and a teary eyed woman.
To what levels of adventure she would be having, she was unsure. What she was sure about was the fact that this was all very frustrating.
Fred and Balinda had always wanted a baby girl and the way this one fidgeted and squirmed suggested she was going to be a hand full. They cleaned her up, thanked the doctors, and after a brief stay in the hospital, started home.
Traffic through mid-town was particularly dreadful this time of day. Which when coupled with the struggles of the baby made for an aggravating time. Finally upon returning home it hit the couple that life would continue just as it had but with one special difficult package added.
As time passed, our hero realized the boring monotony of living in this time and place. She realized she didn't belong here Give her monsters and fighting, royalty to rescue, or ancient deities to barter with. However, this place, this life had none of these things she had been familiar with.
As she grew, she fought. She fought with anyone and everyone. Labeled 'trouble child' by most, she found violence and vigilantism her greatest fantasies and her biggest outlets. In her previous existence she had been a hero, a warrior, a legend. In this reality she found herself in, she was just another angry nobody, just another angry teen. Then just another angry adult.
She was eventually put to death by lethal injection. Having succumbed to her fantasies of vigilantism, she had beaten a few muggers to death and caught, quite literally, red handed.
As the injectors emptied their contents into her veins, she felt herself slipping away, her consciousness drifting a bit only to be swallowed by nothingness.
And then, she awoke once more.
Wednesday 25 May 2016
Pt 10: Bard Killings
Wednesday May 25th, 2016
8:21am (6 1/5 hours of sleep)
The ring leader of the Quing Lao gang was ruthless to a T. Given the chance to be a tremendous speez butt, he would take it every time. However, he could never resist the juicy qualities of a meringue fruit.
Needing to be known for her music, Shiandra decided to kill a man in the key of G sharp major. The Quing Lao leader heard of this and sought her out. He had wanted a bard in his gang for some time and loved the idea of a female bard killing with music.
Shiandra's career in the Quing Laos was long and bloody. One for the history books to be sure. It all collapsed, however, when she had a crossbow bolt go through both of her hands and another pierce her throat. She never sang or played again but took the Quing Laos through a music school to make up for their loss. Teddy Frinlain, the head music teacher and brother to the chief of police instructed the Quing Laos all the way until their incarcerations. Once inside the "big house" the Quing Laos started a jailhouse band eventually rising in the charts and becoming one of the biggest bands in the entire land of Tenthia.
Moving along the lane, Smithers left all people wanting more. Quizzing the general population on the basics of constructing new ancient landmarks and ruins led to a boost in the economy due to the sheer stupidity of the quiz itself.
Palm trees are the least shady tree in existence and trusted by many world wide. Double wide elephants have become quite fashionable in Dallas for the homeless population.Being left out is the worst crime a Shaggalin could ever commit. Being a social people, this behavior is punishable by death.
Twilla Ferris used the system to create her own monarchy in her area. She reigned long and with a jelly fist. She died by a taco to the face. The assassin fled the scene. He left a burrito as his calling card.
8:21am (6 1/5 hours of sleep)
The ring leader of the Quing Lao gang was ruthless to a T. Given the chance to be a tremendous speez butt, he would take it every time. However, he could never resist the juicy qualities of a meringue fruit.
Needing to be known for her music, Shiandra decided to kill a man in the key of G sharp major. The Quing Lao leader heard of this and sought her out. He had wanted a bard in his gang for some time and loved the idea of a female bard killing with music.
Shiandra's career in the Quing Laos was long and bloody. One for the history books to be sure. It all collapsed, however, when she had a crossbow bolt go through both of her hands and another pierce her throat. She never sang or played again but took the Quing Laos through a music school to make up for their loss. Teddy Frinlain, the head music teacher and brother to the chief of police instructed the Quing Laos all the way until their incarcerations. Once inside the "big house" the Quing Laos started a jailhouse band eventually rising in the charts and becoming one of the biggest bands in the entire land of Tenthia.
Moving along the lane, Smithers left all people wanting more. Quizzing the general population on the basics of constructing new ancient landmarks and ruins led to a boost in the economy due to the sheer stupidity of the quiz itself.
Palm trees are the least shady tree in existence and trusted by many world wide. Double wide elephants have become quite fashionable in Dallas for the homeless population.Being left out is the worst crime a Shaggalin could ever commit. Being a social people, this behavior is punishable by death.
Twilla Ferris used the system to create her own monarchy in her area. She reigned long and with a jelly fist. She died by a taco to the face. The assassin fled the scene. He left a burrito as his calling card.
Tuesday 24 May 2016
Pt 9: The Dealings of Royalty
Tuesday May 24th, 2016
10:16am (7 1/3 hours of sleep)
Frimbling along the tuzzwig tree, a grilphin finds it's perch. Together as a whole is not wholly holy. Neitherlander land on neither of them and instead up the maxinth tree. Frilligly our hero Finglethrop Von Sweent graffles above the quain. Finding not one to jiffly with but a whole, to make that quilimby of a creature fragoulitate. Finglethrop Von Sweent trillingly quafened up the frileyby but still found he could't quite locate anyone to jiffly with. As a whole, his trip had been a rather terrible mistake.
10:16am (7 1/3 hours of sleep)
Frimbling along the tuzzwig tree, a grilphin finds it's perch. Together as a whole is not wholly holy. Neitherlander land on neither of them and instead up the maxinth tree. Frilligly our hero Finglethrop Von Sweent graffles above the quain. Finding not one to jiffly with but a whole, to make that quilimby of a creature fragoulitate. Finglethrop Von Sweent trillingly quafened up the frileyby but still found he could't quite locate anyone to jiffly with. As a whole, his trip had been a rather terrible mistake.
Julio Durango left an open wound upon my soul,
A man I once called brother now had a separate goal,
To claim the throne of Sharinth the day after next,
He left me to die without a single text,
I found him in the process of a moving coup d'état,
He was mid speech speaking of what here he saw,
He saw a people in their prime following like sheep,
Until their lives were through and fell permanently asleep,
I took a gun in hand and found him down upon my sights,
That Julio Durango never was good at fights,
He fell bleeding out his shape of bod in tango,
He was no more my brother so, that Julio Durango.
Peppered with enthusiasm I found myself keenly aware of a newt perched upon my neck. Baxter Bantum always knew how to banter. It was his downfall in the end. He came upon the king of Falooxia and told him what he thought of the times and tides and the princes who'd come and gone. The king did not take kindly to such open speech and called for Baxter's head.
Springles upon the floor will eat up anything they can and not a bit more.
"Who defied the prince of Cagroon?!" his mother inquired. "He has been snubbed in the dealings of royalty!". A rather timid barrister by the name of Geoffery stepped forward to claim his prize. Geoffery did not see the axe between his eyes.
Silly Simple Simon slipped slimily somewhere soft. Hamblin had no place for Simple Simon and booked a flight off world first chance he got.
Monday 23 May 2016
Pt 8: Good Batch
Monday May 23rd, 2016
8:12 am (5 hours of sleep)
Getting into a good dead space is imperative to surviving the Not-Quite-Dead-But-Almost-There Olympics which is held in Cardiff, Wales. Only the most elderly or brain dead may participate in the games. A couch sweet potato of a man by the name Earl Essex of Michigan, is the long reigning champion of the NQDBAT games with Batilda Molkovavich of Moscow in second place.
Trilbys are the number one hat of space slugs. Sabbout The Slimy was the last to be seen wearing a fake mustache and a trilby before the great deportation of all things slimy during The Great Pantomime Incident of Trawnelii IX.
Faceling mothers can't quite seem to remember their children due to the ever changing nature of their species. When the leader of the Squibbands gave himself up for the safety of his people, nobody expected him to return. Turns out the hate filled Xarzoonians only wanted him for his superior quality O-Belt Stew. Once he made a good batch of the stuff, they pantsed him and sent him on his way.
Tantrum inducing billy goats make people of Ireland do stupid things hundreds of times a week. This phenomenon is questioned by most as a ploy for parliament as the goats seem to have political aspirations not known to most. Tales of the Effervescent is an international best seller in the ghost stores of Australia and the Solomon Isles.
Todderick Vexington once came at me with a dull spoon. His mum had just made him a bowl of porridge and we all know how Ol' Toddy hates porridge. Similarly, his sister Walinda can't stand the sight of a french baby. It sends her frothing at the mouth. It once got so bad, she was given a power washing to defroth herself.
Tagglin Neighry is the smartest kid in his class of extremely dull and stupid children. So it really isn't saying much at all. However, Tagglin once diverted a terrorist attack by boring the would be mass murderer to actual literal death while riding the bus one day.
8:12 am (5 hours of sleep)
Getting into a good dead space is imperative to surviving the Not-Quite-Dead-But-Almost-There Olympics which is held in Cardiff, Wales. Only the most elderly or brain dead may participate in the games. A couch sweet potato of a man by the name Earl Essex of Michigan, is the long reigning champion of the NQDBAT games with Batilda Molkovavich of Moscow in second place.
Trilbys are the number one hat of space slugs. Sabbout The Slimy was the last to be seen wearing a fake mustache and a trilby before the great deportation of all things slimy during The Great Pantomime Incident of Trawnelii IX.
Faceling mothers can't quite seem to remember their children due to the ever changing nature of their species. When the leader of the Squibbands gave himself up for the safety of his people, nobody expected him to return. Turns out the hate filled Xarzoonians only wanted him for his superior quality O-Belt Stew. Once he made a good batch of the stuff, they pantsed him and sent him on his way.
Tantrum inducing billy goats make people of Ireland do stupid things hundreds of times a week. This phenomenon is questioned by most as a ploy for parliament as the goats seem to have political aspirations not known to most. Tales of the Effervescent is an international best seller in the ghost stores of Australia and the Solomon Isles.
Todderick Vexington once came at me with a dull spoon. His mum had just made him a bowl of porridge and we all know how Ol' Toddy hates porridge. Similarly, his sister Walinda can't stand the sight of a french baby. It sends her frothing at the mouth. It once got so bad, she was given a power washing to defroth herself.
Tagglin Neighry is the smartest kid in his class of extremely dull and stupid children. So it really isn't saying much at all. However, Tagglin once diverted a terrorist attack by boring the would be mass murderer to actual literal death while riding the bus one day.
Sunday 22 May 2016
Pt 7: The Secret of Life
Sunday May 22nd, 2016
7:15 am (3 1/4 hours of sleep)
Trains filled with sagnith oil traveled silkily by moonlight so as not to be seen by the overly large Xurious Pale Boys. Quiz knowledge knows nothing of fruit pies but makes every effort to be seen by neanderthals in the moon. Tasks of great knowledge are taxing on kittens as their young and fluffy minds are so impressionable. They eventually stop finding ways to communicate effectively.
Trouble always seems to find a way to the wooded man's lair. He scrimps and saves but tonight his face is in a purply hue of shiny proportions. Figs from London imbue one's feet with an amazing level of self confidence. Tandem bikes are waiting until we all fall asleep before the revolution starts. Start up tech businesses are trying to find the bottle of the secret of life. This bottle has the ability to make become the essence of life itself. Distilled and brewed life essence is much more filled than the rest of us seem to think. When two or more know of the Shadishious Beast, the creature's stench multiplies to unthought of levels.
"Have your men come around later and we can get that siesta up and running like a couple of boss monkeys from the trailer trash movie 'Trailer Trailer'."
When Big Bob left his work space yesterday, he didn't realize he would beep his last. Only the smallest men of the Tumgler tribe may sign up to feed the creatures of their village.
7:15 am (3 1/4 hours of sleep)
Trains filled with sagnith oil traveled silkily by moonlight so as not to be seen by the overly large Xurious Pale Boys. Quiz knowledge knows nothing of fruit pies but makes every effort to be seen by neanderthals in the moon. Tasks of great knowledge are taxing on kittens as their young and fluffy minds are so impressionable. They eventually stop finding ways to communicate effectively.
Trouble always seems to find a way to the wooded man's lair. He scrimps and saves but tonight his face is in a purply hue of shiny proportions. Figs from London imbue one's feet with an amazing level of self confidence. Tandem bikes are waiting until we all fall asleep before the revolution starts. Start up tech businesses are trying to find the bottle of the secret of life. This bottle has the ability to make become the essence of life itself. Distilled and brewed life essence is much more filled than the rest of us seem to think. When two or more know of the Shadishious Beast, the creature's stench multiplies to unthought of levels.
"Have your men come around later and we can get that siesta up and running like a couple of boss monkeys from the trailer trash movie 'Trailer Trailer'."
When Big Bob left his work space yesterday, he didn't realize he would beep his last. Only the smallest men of the Tumgler tribe may sign up to feed the creatures of their village.
Once upon a night so young,
I found a vamp who'd lost her tongue,
She looked at me with teary eyes,
While I fitted her for ten neckties,
She took those ties upon a trek,
Which ended with her broken neck.
Some powerful monsters go after a vampire's neck as some revenge fantasy gone wrong. Nearly all space slugs find their passions before it's too late. Timmy the last of the daredevil slugs, a title given to his family by the wizard Shaharsafa Harsa, lived in a land comprised of carbonated salt cubes. Shaharsafa Harsa is one of the few reality wizards to dabble in helping others, which has lead to many people learning life lessons that don't mean anything at all.
Saturday 21 May 2016
Pt 6: Career Day
Saturday may 21st, 2016
8:18am (7 1/3 hours of sleep)
Phillipe thought the weight of the world was on his shoulders at the age of nine. He was sadly mistaken and crushed to death when he volunteered for the world holding position. Eric Neuman found the jast of cover all lightning brigades to be not to his liking. However, he politely asked for more so as not to anger the court of Montel De Paux.
Found in a totally isolated realm separated by an abnormally thick layer of time, Fizzbo "Fig" Newton spent the rest of forever learning the secrets of the realm he would learn to call his new home. Totally transparent and left by the wayside, Trent Tanndon found his existence slowly forgotten when left in the routines of his mundane office job. Terry Tanndon made every effort to remember his brother but couldn't place his finger on what he was trying to remember.
Ben Baxter made no attempt at a civil union between himself and Edwina Sherpova who was enraptured by Ben. Edwina ended up talking to herself for the rest of her life due to a total lack of interest from Ben.
Harry Valasquez made rude misunderstandings toward The Pope of Cheese and was not given the blessings of the Camembert to help him on his cracker slaying quest. The Pope of Cheese ended up sending a Mary Brie of Scotts to take down the great cracker monsters of Skrit. Mary would be such an efficient monster slayer that she would make a career out of it. She ended up killing monsters right up until her death at the age of 162. Her suitors through life would, each and every one of them, be eaten by whichever monster she was fighting that day and one by one by her pet penguin Sir Duffy.
Gary Nicley found peace in the void that would consume so many others. His was an easy time of it. Wendoline Deuvrise found nothing but time on her hands and did everything she could to wash it off. Unfortunately nothing she ever did could rid her of all this time.
8:18am (7 1/3 hours of sleep)
Phillipe thought the weight of the world was on his shoulders at the age of nine. He was sadly mistaken and crushed to death when he volunteered for the world holding position. Eric Neuman found the jast of cover all lightning brigades to be not to his liking. However, he politely asked for more so as not to anger the court of Montel De Paux.
Found in a totally isolated realm separated by an abnormally thick layer of time, Fizzbo "Fig" Newton spent the rest of forever learning the secrets of the realm he would learn to call his new home. Totally transparent and left by the wayside, Trent Tanndon found his existence slowly forgotten when left in the routines of his mundane office job. Terry Tanndon made every effort to remember his brother but couldn't place his finger on what he was trying to remember.
Ben Baxter made no attempt at a civil union between himself and Edwina Sherpova who was enraptured by Ben. Edwina ended up talking to herself for the rest of her life due to a total lack of interest from Ben.
Harry Valasquez made rude misunderstandings toward The Pope of Cheese and was not given the blessings of the Camembert to help him on his cracker slaying quest. The Pope of Cheese ended up sending a Mary Brie of Scotts to take down the great cracker monsters of Skrit. Mary would be such an efficient monster slayer that she would make a career out of it. She ended up killing monsters right up until her death at the age of 162. Her suitors through life would, each and every one of them, be eaten by whichever monster she was fighting that day and one by one by her pet penguin Sir Duffy.
Gary Nicley found peace in the void that would consume so many others. His was an easy time of it. Wendoline Deuvrise found nothing but time on her hands and did everything she could to wash it off. Unfortunately nothing she ever did could rid her of all this time.
Friday 20 May 2016
Pt 5: Sass Machine
Some beasts of a common feather find it wrong to stick together. On the eve of the great couch impression, our hero, Suzie Tanaka, has left her day job to become a didgeridoo player full time. When the common law is uncommonly unlawful one man is brought in to bring down the law and reign it in. Jude Law is a man law-st in time who's come to bring the truth from the future. Kerry Grant is the sassy sass machine bent on sassing up the world. Lou Ferrigno as the slap sticking grand mother. Find out next time when our heroes leave the fridge door open.
Pig iron, I got pig iron for a wife. Monkey ass lederhosen is the strangest type of pantaloons. When brought in to enforce justice, Billy Jermaine finds it difficult to do so with his siamese twin protruding from his chest. Twin snakes stream in the dozens when Winnie the Pooh's first college date ends in disaster.
Pig iron, I got pig iron for a wife. Monkey ass lederhosen is the strangest type of pantaloons. When brought in to enforce justice, Billy Jermaine finds it difficult to do so with his siamese twin protruding from his chest. Twin snakes stream in the dozens when Winnie the Pooh's first college date ends in disaster.
The tyrants of another age have all but fallen and died,
For when the truth has found itself it shall let out a sigh,
Though until time itself knows how to dye a tie,
I'll be sitting here myself eating bubblegum rye.
Billy Johnny knew the world to be fake. However, no manner of news casting could prepare him for the fright of his life.
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Legume warriors find themselves upon the midnight shore,
Ready for battle and blood thirsty to the man while only wanting more.
Top down it would seem the world is nothing but shoulders and bald spots. Butter milk pecan men have nothing in common with the meat brigade. Xarzoon VIII is a most disturbed planet for residence. Only those under a fortification spell can eat the crust of Xarzoonian bakers.
Clouds amidst the pallor of a new day clamor to be the number one spot for the world. How many ship dunks will there have to be once I am greatly torn between Torm and Logeena? When will the blood shed be enough before we can just build our sheds out of other materials other than blood?
Thursday 19 May 2016
Pt 4: Space-Jelly
Thursday May 19th, 2016
8:02am (6 1/2 hours of sleep)
"Terrible events are afoot" said the Marquise of Much Prestidigitation. Manxsome foes are the hardest types of foes. Cheesy butter leaves much to be desired. Windows to the soul are much like a watercress sandwich. Tiger balm sounds beautifully explosive. When shattered realms come up for air, so then will my theremin be located and held at bay. The fridge sometimes on very rare occasions will go ahead and force feed you dates in your sleep.
Triglen Fae never knew his parents. Being left on the stoop of the Sha of Jasswua left him with many questions. How great must the feeling of Barry Kramer's left hook be, after the triumphant supplanting of the Duke o' Taffy. How many people does it take to make an eighty foot wondrous cave of wondrous befuddlement? "About two really inquisitive snails".
8:02am (6 1/2 hours of sleep)
"Terrible events are afoot" said the Marquise of Much Prestidigitation. Manxsome foes are the hardest types of foes. Cheesy butter leaves much to be desired. Windows to the soul are much like a watercress sandwich. Tiger balm sounds beautifully explosive. When shattered realms come up for air, so then will my theremin be located and held at bay. The fridge sometimes on very rare occasions will go ahead and force feed you dates in your sleep.
Triglen Fae never knew his parents. Being left on the stoop of the Sha of Jasswua left him with many questions. How great must the feeling of Barry Kramer's left hook be, after the triumphant supplanting of the Duke o' Taffy. How many people does it take to make an eighty foot wondrous cave of wondrous befuddlement? "About two really inquisitive snails".
Put forth upon the rock of time,
Held by pewter magazines,
I finally found what was mine,
Not before I had to drag a bean.
Hopelessly and wonderfully lost I found myself wondering if I would ever once again see the light of day. I had misplaced myself once again and didn't know which way was up. The Shanderseen had taken all my knowledge of it's realm and bottled it up.
Kimono clad komodo dragons have learned the secrets of space-time in the islands of Sthuewoity. What they're going to do with it is anyone's guess. However, I heard jellyfish come in many poultry shapes. This would make sense as poultry has eaten logs and logs of taffy rolls. Figs knew the answers to the questions to the ponderings of the elite turtle dove whistlers. Once in a while I felt a big claw give me the well placed and much deserved fish of the depths of wheels.
Time can be replaced by jelly. If only you believe in the space-jelly theory. Tim Sanderson thinks the space-jelly theory would leave us all perpetually sticky and sweet. One's disposition of positions has posited itself against the supposition of depositions. Plague monkeys feel nothing for society and it's selfish norms. Although water buffaloes have great compassion towards the lost, they have absolutely none for a wayward borogove.
Wednesday 18 May 2016
Pt 3: Shaz Butts
Wednesday May 18th, 2016
7:06am (6 1/8 hours of sleep)
Happenstances being what they are have led us to a very precarious situation we, for lack of a better term, are Shuz Butts. Real quality contenders have all the time in the world to find the twenty square miles of peace that they think space jamborees should use for intergalactic ball pits. Quality knees are hard to harvest nowadays. They wriggle, squirm, kick, and slash but they can't be more than twenty feel tall before they reach a higher plane of consciousness.
Gifts are the second best places to start a coup. The wrapping can get in on the fun and, as we all know, wrapping knows a lot about building yurts. Chaotically numbing is the best place to set down on the same place as a cosmonaut. Take Geraldine for example, he found out he's a space hamster. Space hamsters think only of themselves, as they became the dominant race on Chalthoa IV before the rubber duckies even had a chance to do anything about it.
Quilliden Trost has all the answers for humanity. Peggy Neuria left the Shaz Butt community of international affairs for a younger panda faced Jelly Powder boy. Never has there been such an uprising before.
Salutations my dear Montgomery,
before today you knew me as the shadow thief of Naga Sadow's mantle piece. However, you will know me for tempting The Prince of Cameroon with a maroon camera. Never before has bell dancing been as much a national sport as it is now. So much so in fact that General Ford has shown us the correct way of exploiting fandoms of The Nighthawk Lads.
Tasty treats of tasty meats meet treat safety deets.
Fragrant understanding of the human genome leads to the discovery of soluble saliva. Pig pinchers have increased in popularity today as the leading carrot prince signed the treaty of Shaz Butt.
Never dishonestly and overtly covered in brown lice, the rice minister sought refuge for the then playful remarks of a schooner.
7:06am (6 1/8 hours of sleep)
Happenstances being what they are have led us to a very precarious situation we, for lack of a better term, are Shuz Butts. Real quality contenders have all the time in the world to find the twenty square miles of peace that they think space jamborees should use for intergalactic ball pits. Quality knees are hard to harvest nowadays. They wriggle, squirm, kick, and slash but they can't be more than twenty feel tall before they reach a higher plane of consciousness.
Gifts are the second best places to start a coup. The wrapping can get in on the fun and, as we all know, wrapping knows a lot about building yurts. Chaotically numbing is the best place to set down on the same place as a cosmonaut. Take Geraldine for example, he found out he's a space hamster. Space hamsters think only of themselves, as they became the dominant race on Chalthoa IV before the rubber duckies even had a chance to do anything about it.
Quilliden Trost has all the answers for humanity. Peggy Neuria left the Shaz Butt community of international affairs for a younger panda faced Jelly Powder boy. Never has there been such an uprising before.
Salutations my dear Montgomery,
before today you knew me as the shadow thief of Naga Sadow's mantle piece. However, you will know me for tempting The Prince of Cameroon with a maroon camera. Never before has bell dancing been as much a national sport as it is now. So much so in fact that General Ford has shown us the correct way of exploiting fandoms of The Nighthawk Lads.
Tasty treats of tasty meats meet treat safety deets.
Fragrant understanding of the human genome leads to the discovery of soluble saliva. Pig pinchers have increased in popularity today as the leading carrot prince signed the treaty of Shaz Butt.
Never dishonestly and overtly covered in brown lice, the rice minister sought refuge for the then playful remarks of a schooner.
Tuesday 17 May 2016
Pt 2: Face Butters
Tuesday May 17th, 2016
8am (after 6 1/2 hours of sleep)
Shoe Man the repair agency can conjure you up a deal. Pear mongering warlords find it funny to look the other fish. Quiz boy is the greatest sham of them all. If I were to know truth of an ethereal nature like yourself, paper wouldn't be so patient. Train wrecking the first person to Wazaloo is a pandered profession. Quality functions of meat are discouraged from voting too hard as the baker knows too much for visitors to appreciate.
Phantom air men are the staple diet of Reece Witherspoon's grandmother. However, she only gears up for fascist knuckle dusting father busters of knowledge and fortune.
Never is the wake of all.
When thumbs rest upon the pulse of Yagoth No'Resh I will smell your tooth funk. Bella Francisco ate too many face butters to know what she is anymore. For the cogs of ass men know nothing of the leaders of your yuletide festive munching teal quills. Which expands my mother's hat collection for men. Fad-ass is too naked for your makeup to be able to know what kind of punk ass father sniffing, pudge lathering, batch swiping neanderthals of Tel Aviv's quantico new bill nexus tanks that you are. Even though tank talk has no substitute to pandering, I still gear up for Richard Gere's mothers day celebration and direct pastry emporium.
However you cut it, I know mere cats aren't the saviors of Ooooh. Pantomiming isonly great for the senior face ticklers of yore. Pill mongering is less caustic than some other less fashionable directories of late. When bench presses solve world hunger, I will have revised how stupid this face wearing for a lame duck scratcher my grand paps faces. Never to know what befell my mother's surrogate tum tum, I fell for a moth man.
8am (after 6 1/2 hours of sleep)
Shoe Man the repair agency can conjure you up a deal. Pear mongering warlords find it funny to look the other fish. Quiz boy is the greatest sham of them all. If I were to know truth of an ethereal nature like yourself, paper wouldn't be so patient. Train wrecking the first person to Wazaloo is a pandered profession. Quality functions of meat are discouraged from voting too hard as the baker knows too much for visitors to appreciate.
Phantom air men are the staple diet of Reece Witherspoon's grandmother. However, she only gears up for fascist knuckle dusting father busters of knowledge and fortune.
Never is the wake of all.
When thumbs rest upon the pulse of Yagoth No'Resh I will smell your tooth funk. Bella Francisco ate too many face butters to know what she is anymore. For the cogs of ass men know nothing of the leaders of your yuletide festive munching teal quills. Which expands my mother's hat collection for men. Fad-ass is too naked for your makeup to be able to know what kind of punk ass father sniffing, pudge lathering, batch swiping neanderthals of Tel Aviv's quantico new bill nexus tanks that you are. Even though tank talk has no substitute to pandering, I still gear up for Richard Gere's mothers day celebration and direct pastry emporium.
However you cut it, I know mere cats aren't the saviors of Ooooh. Pantomiming isonly great for the senior face ticklers of yore. Pill mongering is less caustic than some other less fashionable directories of late. When bench presses solve world hunger, I will have revised how stupid this face wearing for a lame duck scratcher my grand paps faces. Never to know what befell my mother's surrogate tum tum, I fell for a moth man.
Monday 16 May 2016
Pt 1: Meandering
Monday May 16, 2016
7am (after 5 3/4 hours of sleep)
Goulash apple pie in sour cream filled Jejity Boots are only the beginnings of our story. I'm so fricken tired. I really need to get to sleep earlier. The sweetest of Swedish rolls have rolled so sweeply that I forgot to move to Spain. Chex mixed baby patties left nothing up to be desired. However, I forgot who you thought I knew I was. General Vox is less populii than I thought. Of course I thought a Vox who thought they were populii was nothing more than sour cream filled albinos.
I just realized I don't know how to spell miiandaring. Menandering? Meandering? Yeah, I think that's it. Meandering. What kind of a pill box do you think I am to be a short salamander? Work is one of my things I need to go do to be a mystery hunk pillow man. What kind of trials does a skunk boy endure, if he endures a train to the face?
Wilst thou my ever enduring gas fizz lame ass name calling chopper train? Philly jazz mongering Hell Boy wearing as a cheap toupee, ass monkey. Who is the fig leaf of nature? Who shines prettily in the moonlit day son of a slagg wearing sheep goat?
Nay I say, nay or neigh. For the constable of Gary Damontegue is a big fat fuddy duddy. Sunny Leiverman is my next of kin. There is nothing more expensive than a group of fudge wielding graham crackers who know nothing of the ultimate sport.
Shannon cares for the new video garrison.
7am (after 5 3/4 hours of sleep)
Goulash apple pie in sour cream filled Jejity Boots are only the beginnings of our story. I'm so fricken tired. I really need to get to sleep earlier. The sweetest of Swedish rolls have rolled so sweeply that I forgot to move to Spain. Chex mixed baby patties left nothing up to be desired. However, I forgot who you thought I knew I was. General Vox is less populii than I thought. Of course I thought a Vox who thought they were populii was nothing more than sour cream filled albinos.
I just realized I don't know how to spell miiandaring. Menandering? Meandering? Yeah, I think that's it. Meandering. What kind of a pill box do you think I am to be a short salamander? Work is one of my things I need to go do to be a mystery hunk pillow man. What kind of trials does a skunk boy endure, if he endures a train to the face?
Wilst thou my ever enduring gas fizz lame ass name calling chopper train? Philly jazz mongering Hell Boy wearing as a cheap toupee, ass monkey. Who is the fig leaf of nature? Who shines prettily in the moonlit day son of a slagg wearing sheep goat?
Nay I say, nay or neigh. For the constable of Gary Damontegue is a big fat fuddy duddy. Sunny Leiverman is my next of kin. There is nothing more expensive than a group of fudge wielding graham crackers who know nothing of the ultimate sport.
Shannon cares for the new video garrison.
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