hahaha! that is some great random verbal dribble! get a mop, he's dribbled all over the floor! a big mop. and a small mexican lady to push it. now that would be funny. funny like haha funny, not funny like a dead clown is funny. dead clowns are not something that should be laughed at people. they are the sole reason that the big floppy shoe industry remains strong, and the kiddies don't find themselves lost in a world of chaos of evil clowns with small shoes hunting them down and forcing them into evil clown boot camps hidden around Shepparton. I'm not sure if any of you actually knew this, but the whole stone fruit industry (peaches, apricots, nectarines etc) in that area is just a front for training evil clowns, as well as their psychotic monkey slaves with forks as fingers and shovels for tails. they also run a black market in illegal chicken trafficking, non-recycled paper, and extra sugary fruit juice. not that there is anything wrong with extra sugary fruit juice. you just need to be careful with it. i remember when i was younger and a sugar addict. 5 day benders, consuming nothing but red cordial, chupa-chups, and popping sugar cubes all day long. there is nothing more irresponsible and depraved, then a child in the depths of a sugar binge. many magical wonderlands were visiting during some of my sugar trips, such as the world were people couldn't sneeze, and the land of the the talking rainbows. but that one became quite annoying, because all the rainbows could talk about was the feeling that their live were meaningless, and that the beginning and end of their existence was some how already decided in a sort of arch shape. ohwell, at least they could look forward to the pot of gold at the end, full of rainbow virgins and little mice playing 'somewhere, over the rainbow' on little violins. |