Clarinet
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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:35 pm
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| Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy |
and sparkly clouds
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Khismer
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 3:50 pm
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| "Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds" |
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Khismer
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 6:17 pm
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| "Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave" |
...this world behind and
(Am I doing it right now? ^^.gif)
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Maeve
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 6:24 pm
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| Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave this world behind and... |
... jump into the
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Khismer
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 7:26 pm
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| Maeve wrote: |
| Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave this world behind and jump into the... |
...portal that leads to...
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Clarinet
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:31 am
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| Khismer wrote: |
| Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave this world behind and jump into the portal that leads to... |
an unknown universe. After that
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Anthropology
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:30 am
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| Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave this world behind and jump into the portal that leads to an unknown universe. After that... |
we must venture through
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oceandream
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:35 pm
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| Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave this world behind and jump into the portal that leads to an unknown universe. After that... |
We'll ride on horses that
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Malfise
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 1:14 pm
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| . . . fully understand the concept of a rainbow, which means . . .
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Lollipop
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 10:02 pm
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_Ariana_
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 2:03 am
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| ...Skittles get caught...
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Polly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 10:32 am
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.sparrow.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:37 pm
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| "...they knew what was going to happen and they saw it coming but..."
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P.S. Moon
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:05 pm
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Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you...Music is made by people that look like dancing elephants in bikinis with tight shorts, clown noses, and sweet, chocolate lollipops of a deep blue color with cute little pics of puppies on them and producers that don't understand why monkeys always forget to fart rainbows while they sleep in the beds of rich people who snore earthquakes into oblivion. But, lets not forget those venerable executives who always, without fail, pick their noses in bathroom stalls around the world while their spouses attempt to reenact the story of Icarus, but unfortunately their dresses have started to sing only inappropriate music by a band from Sweden who decided they were only going to do concerts late at night because the poor, unfortunate souls who lived nearby couldn't get out of their houses due to an insignificant amount of pepper spray and soda cans. But once we give a little thought to the nature of the universe, our minds immediately focus back to childhood memories of undead hoards attacking you and your friends with giant horse shaped banana rifles that ate your socks. And yet we still continue to listen to this madness of punk rock musicians who don't quite comprehend english and eat large moldy strawberries in the shower. We should go partying with wild fans that like to eat TV's while sleeping on the back steps of the piano happy lady's garage that's full of popcorn-flavored potato chips and giant cheese puffs stuffed with green liquids that make you sick. Then we can go shopping for fluffy pink bunnies made of cotton candy and sparkly clouds but first we have to leave this world behind and jump into the portal that leads to an unknown universe. After that We'll ride on horses that fully understand the concept of a rainbow, which means that they understand that sometimes Skittles get caught and be arrested because they knew what was going to happen and they saw it coming but... |
...decided that gas prices in uganda were too high...
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