March 3rd, 2010

  • roybot

i can't stick to any particular paradigm very long, it would seem

my weasel is an easel/smear some paint just like vin diesel. my tank is a plank; it's just like a yank. my yak is hack, but i awarded him a plaque. my glue is blue, but still use it i do. my hat is a bat and just flew away, at that. my rhymes are chimes, ringin' out good times. my lenses are those of all menses, bustin' barriers, eatin' defenses. fffffffffffffffing ya.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

Quaftical Tankertude

Cozz eye got soitified soitifficatte 2 tap datp shitzz maiyurao, 4 sure eye dew. lens melons across the zapes aof zimbable. turkeys! on themount. are they a planned part of the shopping experience? is it merely because visiting shoppers provide bread for gobble? or is there a deeper conspiracy at work? sjkldfjlsd;jkflsd kaput.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker