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You know, its funny- because I actually ZOOMBERZAINT! found the dimension needed to pants Mr. Rogers and ransack the pelican of inheritances. Tough decisions, tough decisions... but one must not be picky about such quandries. I mean, the last time the livestock perpetuated into the mist of porcelain, it was rather confusing. YOU TELL ME THE LAST TIME YOU DEALT WITH 423 SHEEP, GOATS, AND COWS .... all screaming , " One if by land, two if by sea!!!" . Not funny. In fact, thats downright disrespectful. ESPECIALLY when it ensues Willie Nelson and his quest to shave and enslave Mrs. Ticci's left nostril. Scamper along, toad of exuberence, for this is your time to dance! This is your time to flourish! When no one else is mirando you. When the bag of turnips has been thrusted into the abyss and bottomless pit. NOW! NOW! is the time when the bird of summer should retreat to its abode, humiliated by the very sounds of the brooks and streams weaving their way down the Mangrove pillar.

Hippopotamuses or hippopotami, a conundrum of champions

in searching for a feasible replacement for boundary setting - brushstrokes, one may encounter one of three undeniable and irrefutable facts: One: In at least one instance, Speaker of the house Nancy Pelosi has been caught snorting pickle spears into her nasal cavity. Two: Rashes hurt but in the long run teach Ichiro Suzuki lessons of diligence and self control. Three: Church services in Beirut, Lebanon, are sometimes characterized with Cheez-it devouring. Rest at Ease!, my dashboard enthusiast. There will come a day, when we no longer will tweet at the song of the pancreas or huff at the durge of the kidney stone. We will join at'once in the grand unification of our wits to form a super-wit, capable of destroying Captain Hook himself.

Majesty and finality of track- described bannisters. Predestined grenade launches, assuaged via tape measure.

Yuletide bastions characterized by malfeasance. Once commenced, symmetric assemblances of 31,238,912,420,332,212,498,298,398,639,003,332,290,333,722,642 Kix, Cocoa Puffs, and Lucky charms transformed into an Army of dried mayonnaise cubes with AK47's strapped over shoulder. Tranquil may be the populace of great SPARTA, bertrum sees the hypocrisy of the azure sky. Unpopular may be the Cosby show in Afghanistan, Uzbekistan will NOT - I repeat - NOT cease their production of Barbie and Ken hair follicles. Quizzical remarks stemming from the outbreak of shoelace fever have reached an all-time low. It is really remarkable how the things - - -- -HAPPEN ! Except for the can. Except for the can. Illustrated? No - killed. Grilled? Not at all! By no means! It is only by pork rinds' decisions the falter on the day of JUSTICE! CAKE batter. CAKE BATTER!! (Accept)

fiscal renaissance/ squandered factions of Jeopardy

boredom accompanies stimuli that arise from spaghetti poetry. Some of these pieces of literature come down by storks of confusion. Storks confuse babies with shouts of renaissance and liberty. Alexander Hamilton signs his checkbook before lavando sus manos. Grandiose caligraphies drawn to portray Squince Paladoris crushing a Mountain Dew soda can spark great interest in the flaky garage crumblings of statue X - version "Incite the revolution of modified Corn starch". Stench of cusped leather; juice the grapefruit. Do not mock its intelligence source. Maul the epidermis of its existence; do not procure it as a tool of bangarang rufio or bangarang peter.

In spite, prego , casket, positron

Let's all raise our hands and praise the bands that made nights of Jubilee come to be; lets all jump to the conclusion that Garrett Atkinson forget his car keys at his last Seance. I can perform a marriage ceremony for the butane cheez- its if and only if Garrett finds his way through the mire of Zaxby's waste products so we have nothing to sweat. Good enough for you? No? Fine, just find a common thread that links each squandered peso in argentina. Wheat; poke. Loop - haste.

Bernard the plastic lawnmower

And through the night the boys would find that it would only lose its mind so effort had become so futile. Fui a la supermercado. Remember when we'd go to the deli and get those awesome chips - hunk of junk right...? i mean they would slice a carrot that had been in the freezer for a day. Rikki tikki tavi shouldnt be picked on i mean bungalows arent that bad of places to dwell. How much money do you need to live , you know? ,...but the plot of land. Flip it . we'll make some kind of money. Just stop nullifying each and every attempt and get behind the bill. Utah doesnt matter today didnt matter yesterday and after this new thing we got goin tomorrow won't even be a question.It wouldn't cut the grass it would just ride over the grass. well, yea sometimes it would flatten it and leave tire marks but its not like thats impressive you know. Well then, escape. Nothing is stopping you man- just the foreboding sense of responsibility associated with Hank Durango and the road (I-46 off of nebraska). Hes afraid of numchucks so jus keepem handy. hey but it made that sound you know like when a boat engine is stopping ?yea thats the one. Fib to it. It doesnt know the deceit or malice so carry on my wayword son. Just go to bed?Wheelin the chair for algernon isnt so bad if you can handle bad smells. Just get him some flowers and tell him everything will end up alright, because it will; i dont want to go to bed guitar hero is on and I hear Call of duty aint bad so why not?

Due to popular demand, the fingers have yet again found within them a desire to change the world with words of wisdom. Typing alas is more than typing. Words are then more than words - and mind you each word has a "purpose"... if you can even give it such lamen's terminology. "Purpose" is but a mere iota of it all; it is only a glimpse of a realmed universe of which has the depth equivalent to our physical cosmos we call "space". Purpose, in continuation, is but a shred of the infinite veracity that should be automatically assumed before, during, and after reading these heavy doses of sage. Hit the lights, Tommy. You know you wanted the Pink ranger the whole time. Stop killing the puddies. She is beautiful!