by Mysti on Sat Dec 31, 2005 2:31 pm
Red-faced kings dancing in the sunny televisions showed emotions, in the Emporium Of Goofy Violins, had crooked ears. They ran up pink staircases which didn't like potential bald babies or ate spiders mates for brunch, which is mean franky, with a closeness like wine and cement covering a dimension of twenty thousssssssand million gazilions miles, which is something to be pround about. Tell him how you know what snakes like to snurfle for their supper, like a complaint of tea and scones, but don't be late as the red-faced kings who were mentioned earlier don't know what you are talking about, due to their dance-osity in the sand on Jimmy Nicol's television, who eats dinner with his hat on.
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