Sunday, June 10, 2007
Align
The beer vender made his way over to the edge of the stadium and muttered, " my heart and soul mourn; my thirst to better know the tarantula alliance can not be quenched. I will be left to wither in the aridity of heartbreak." Many chortles came from the crowd - but not from the ridiculous beer vender. The chortles began due to the giant half chicken half squirrel flapping its wings, flying through the stadium exclaiming, " FINE! Tell the wizard he can create the peanut butter keys himself, and that I will not help him vacuum the dungeons anymore!" My godfather had his mustache trimmed? Get out of town.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
The imperative sanction to dispose of the binoculars
It cannot. Simple may be the vernacular of Guanine's cousin, cytosine, but the congressional juggernaut Bill Paxton still disagrees quite vehemently. NASA. Pendulum? Foresee the coming halifax vestibule... THEN talk to me. THEN. Bask in the light of jubilance! I made 45 Xerox copies already, Uncle Seth. Stop pestering me for my honeycomb! Anyways, as I made my way through chapter 6, the most dangerous part of Chicago's downtown area, I screeched 103 times, to only incoherently screech one last time. I then was enveloped by a massive Molasses bubble. To escape from this bubble I pulled out my Ocarina and played Zelda's Lullaby. I was safe - no more wolverines were playing poker and laughing at my left nostril's overgrowth of hair. Pillowcases! Unite , for the time in which Dog hair is non-threatening to Ape lungs is soon over! Please insert 25 cents to continue.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
the monkey on the porch
...and of course this monkey had no fur. It had no fur, whatsoever. On its way to ACE hardware store, it remembered the phrase, "A good father always writes letters to Nickelodeon studios". This preceded him fogging up the windows of his Hummer from his gasps and grunts of anger and hatred for green post-it notes. "He comido! Le dijo. Quiero comida...no mas! " The funny thing was, this was not a Hispanic monkey. He simply lapsed into what we at the San Diego zoo call " Nullified garbage truck destroyer syndrome" . Common. In conclusion, the monkey's aunt found her purse, and her landlord was aptly recompensed for the misfortune.
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