Here's a little recap...
In this kingdom there was a crazed monarch which liked to play unorthodox checkers. in Philadelphia there is a man who painted his priapus...
someone decided to party with his montage. Too bad though, his montage, was a bunch of ugly clutter. That's when the noise became unbearable. Someone had fiddled with the balance. When Mavis found out that her penis was missing, she had a Volvo. Her volvo was painted blue, like the sky.
She drove to the middle of nowhere where she found the meaning of life. Oh, sweet Birth Canal of the Asteroid Belt at last I've logically considered you! The meaning of life just laughed. Ha, Ha, Ha, Now I command your willingness to do my bidding! The chewy center softened a bit, but then it and firmed up again. "Don't break my teeth, chewy meaning of life", Mavis said with her mouth full. With these words, the meaning of harddrives writhed in roughness . Mavis refused to touch it. Instead she maneuvered her manipulator toward it. (making sure that the taser was fully charged) Though fleeing the folksinger as fast as I could, I had to stop and hump the ground. Now I am well grounded. As for Mavis, her technique was far too clumsy. She accidentally manipulated things too far. "Oi Vey", she said, and ran for the nearest Matza Ball -Meaning of Life. "Mmmmmm", she said "This meaning of life is good"
It's filled with tasty morsels of Morals and Trust!
(but what about the Chaos and lust?)
There's no ____ for ____ !
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remeber that one time we partied all night?
me neither.
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