Goofball Dada-spam #897.6
This is a classic.
"It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman declared. "But we are no worse off than before we discovered the Wishing Pills."
Womeen in your area after a dirtty flinng! Get Access to these women
"That is a base slander!" cried Billina, struggling frantically in the colonel's arms."But the breed of chickens I come from is said to be poison to all princesses."
1. Wishing pills. I wish I had some of those.
2. This is your tin woodman. This is your tin woodman on wishing pills. He's no worse off.
3. In my "area" after a dirty flinnnnng? For Christ's sake, let me wash up first.
4. Base slander. Is that the opposite of acid slander?
5. There are chickens that are poisonous to all princesses.
6. Get Access to those women in your area? Y'mean, they're like password-protected websites? I guess that means all you have to do is just try brute force, and you'll get in. Right?
Oh, I think my computer just slapped me for writing the above. Apologies, that was terrible.
But my brain resembles that macrame plant hanger you tried to learn how to do in 1977 and left up in the attic:
All tied in knots. Messy. All fulla loose ends. It's long since gone out of style, and thoroughly useless.
Sleep, food, a hot bath, a little [REDACTED] and a chat with my brain-repair-talented eidolon should alter this general malaise-trend for the better.
"It is a great misfortune," the Tin Woodman declared. "But we are no worse off than before we discovered the Wishing Pills."
Womeen in your area after a dirtty flinng! Get Access to these women
"That is a base slander!" cried Billina, struggling frantically in the colonel's arms."But the breed of chickens I come from is said to be poison to all princesses."
1. Wishing pills. I wish I had some of those.
2. This is your tin woodman. This is your tin woodman on wishing pills. He's no worse off.
3. In my "area" after a dirty flinnnnng? For Christ's sake, let me wash up first.
4. Base slander. Is that the opposite of acid slander?
5. There are chickens that are poisonous to all princesses.
6. Get Access to those women in your area? Y'mean, they're like password-protected websites? I guess that means all you have to do is just try brute force, and you'll get in. Right?
Oh, I think my computer just slapped me for writing the above. Apologies, that was terrible.
But my brain resembles that macrame plant hanger you tried to learn how to do in 1977 and left up in the attic:
All tied in knots. Messy. All fulla loose ends. It's long since gone out of style, and thoroughly useless.
Sleep, food, a hot bath, a little [REDACTED] and a chat with my brain-repair-talented eidolon should alter this general malaise-trend for the better.