July 16th, 2010

  • roybot

yes officer, of course that's candy. want one?

there are some situtions for which i simply cannot thogg. who dunst my skinter aplendy? aplosomb all over my socks -- this simply will not do. another thing: they refused to discount the river of our discontent, and it would have looked fantastic in my living room. it is one of the earlier living rooms i have, in my mind. approximately how many living rooms are in your mind? count carefully, now. once you're done with that, make me a lemonaide. ha ha ha! i am funny. as this is our first meeting, you are socially obligated to laugh. i take advantage of this fact to boost my ego at parties. they invite me back because i always show up with dual tankards of nosepagoo. dredlicious nosepagoo. cannot fixate, though; the road to perdition is paved with loose pagoo (the road to extradition is not paved in venezuela, if you were curious). driver, are you still listening? good. head to north pembleton, we've got to switch these out for real candies fast. we got about a half hour before that friendly officer of the law gets an alert -- not one you receive over the radio, either.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker