Uraaa Is The Type Of Thing To Howl Into An Empty Glass Soda Bottle
Spirits are always inching like third-inch worms being measured with a centimeter stickling. These ghostlings inch past the cornereds of the white soaked walls that enclose my domicile, having now accumulated enough coverage to count half past a mile. Being enclosed in this understood place brings me many rubber stamps. If I were to take these rubber stamps, why the possibilities of the extremities to which my opposanities could reach would be infinitesimally calculating. But that is of course, rather imprintedly speaking.
Where was the cursor leaning towards before I spouted incense words? Ah yes, the mysterfluous world of unworldly beings. As everybastard knows, certain people, partake in a certain belief, that claims that certain un-anymoles exist, a claim that most certainly raises a few uncertain eyebrowns. These un-anymoles are known as the ghosts. Ghosts are supposedly undead things that come out from deadland and come to perform hauntings. Hayever, not many peedles know that ghosts are actually Holly-Grams. Yes it is true, the ghosts began their anti-life's existence as holographic greeting cards designed to raise holiday spirits in the waning religiously inclined seasons reasons, before they gave way to the corporate commercialism by which the earth is now imprisoned. Of course, an audience is wandering, and I quickly take my water bottle, swig a bit of that impossibly pure agua, and spit it all over the Spain's offender. Wonder no more, because the answer will be revoked in the next edition of "Tengo Caracoles".
Quote of the Day:
"If a Smithy appears daily in front of ye, then do not be a hesitant to throw his arse back where he went."- Luntold G. McMacalls
All ya do is moan. I'm gettin' mighty worried. Dress yerself, steada me havin to.
Where was the cursor leaning towards before I spouted incense words? Ah yes, the mysterfluous world of unworldly beings. As everybastard knows, certain people, partake in a certain belief, that claims that certain un-anymoles exist, a claim that most certainly raises a few uncertain eyebrowns. These un-anymoles are known as the ghosts. Ghosts are supposedly undead things that come out from deadland and come to perform hauntings. Hayever, not many peedles know that ghosts are actually Holly-Grams. Yes it is true, the ghosts began their anti-life's existence as holographic greeting cards designed to raise holiday spirits in the waning religiously inclined seasons reasons, before they gave way to the corporate commercialism by which the earth is now imprisoned. Of course, an audience is wandering, and I quickly take my water bottle, swig a bit of that impossibly pure agua, and spit it all over the Spain's offender. Wonder no more, because the answer will be revoked in the next edition of "Tengo Caracoles".
Quote of the Day:
"If a Smithy appears daily in front of ye, then do not be a hesitant to throw his arse back where he went."- Luntold G. McMacalls
All ya do is moan. I'm gettin' mighty worried. Dress yerself, steada me havin to.