A dissertation on tasty delicious
I wrote a book about Hitler and the Nazis. It is called "Jim's Big Book that is incidentally about HITLER (and the Nazis)." I may or may not have penned the title myself.
Look for it in stores in the December of every year, under my real name JIM MADISON. If the publishers accept it, that is. Let me share with you a passage in hopes of attaining your hard earned cash.
It starts on the edge of a cliff miles above jagged rocks and frothing waves. A man dares to gaze into the depths of the ocean from his vantage point on the tettering cliff rim. That man is Hitler Junior, son of Hitler Sanderson! He packs ALL OF HIS THINGS and goes on a boat to the new world (Aushlan-- it's new SO YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF IT EVER) and he brings his favorite cat Rolph (who dies) and his favorite grandmother Splinters (who gives birth to Hitler Junior's child) and they venture out to save Christmas forever.
I can't tell you anymore or you'll be spoiled, I think I've tantilized your tastebuds enough to climax into a horse.
Look for it in stores in the December of every year, under my real name JIM MADISON. If the publishers accept it, that is. Let me share with you a passage in hopes of attaining your hard earned cash.
It starts on the edge of a cliff miles above jagged rocks and frothing waves. A man dares to gaze into the depths of the ocean from his vantage point on the tettering cliff rim. That man is Hitler Junior, son of Hitler Sanderson! He packs ALL OF HIS THINGS and goes on a boat to the new world (Aushlan-- it's new SO YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF IT EVER) and he brings his favorite cat Rolph (who dies) and his favorite grandmother Splinters (who gives birth to Hitler Junior's child) and they venture out to save Christmas forever.
I can't tell you anymore or you'll be spoiled, I think I've tantilized your tastebuds enough to climax into a horse.