Whatever.
I woke up today, and thought to myself, "I could really use more mustard in my life." And this is it. Mustard, mustard everywhere. It's on the ceiling. I have pillows that are stuffed with delicious cotton candy. At least the lady told me it was candy. She definitely said something about cotton. And candy, probably. The shoe police are knocking on the door, routine inspection, they tell me. I think they lie. They wish to find fault. Then they will give me a shoe ticket. Or send me to shoe jail. Depending on how nice they are about it. I wonder sometimes how goose + goose = geese, while Zack + Zack = Zax. This peppermint smells like orange. It's viruses, people. Virii is not a word. I like things that are challenging, like riding a push lawn mower. Or finding Waldo in a crowd of Waldo-clones. You have to look close, but if you break down the genetic code, you can find the orginal. See, the code breaks down everytime you duplicate it. This is also true of AI constructs. Mario keeps staring at me. STOP STARING DAMN YOU. Creepy fat hairy Italian plummers, what to do with them?
On a more serious note, 1 in 5 children are abducted by hungry hungry hippos. So please, play it safe. Don't get into the car of a hungry hungry hippo. I don't care how much candy he has, he will eat it after you.
On a more serious note, 1 in 5 children are abducted by hungry hungry hippos. So please, play it safe. Don't get into the car of a hungry hungry hippo. I don't care how much candy he has, he will eat it after you.