Mar 30, 2004 13:50
In this entry I am going to attempt to make negative sense...
I had died in the circus, I was raised to eat pancakes without maple syrup from the tail of a panada while balancing a top a toilet water breathing dragon. Seven, yes there were seven of them. Seven of what you may ask? Apparently egg rolls do not come in M&M packages. Then once I ate a breath of air and it tasted like pork friend pine apples, but only because it was musty out. The boy next door, the one who looked like a little hold woman, wasn't a boy at all, nor was he a little hold woman, we're still not sure what it was. As president of the icicles for men club, I hereby appointment the denominator of wedge to vice principal of action time cheese-its. Leaving the toilet seat up only leaves the canary with a wet behind, only of course if he chooses to rewind the video prior to returning it to the jello factory. Who the hell was Catpoo anyways, he wasn't related to Arthur Bob in any way, spontaneous combustion. Spork that shoe lace over here, I need it for my beginning...
Do you see a pattern???
That's cause there isn't one...at all...thank you...like trout I'm out...