Numbers of the day: 1,2,7
The Ugandan sasquatch - is it a myth, or a really non-profit creature bent on the use of stimulants?
The High Priests of Peruvian Wheels - what about them? Only similar, I must say. Just like small, delightful enemas.
James Adworth summed up their roles brilliantly in 'Ursurping Dumpty', his book on egg-related inferiority. He wrote, "Great entailments exist only in the hearts of exceedingly manic eggyolk. We can only hope that these entailments never tenderize the wrong kind of meat." Added Adworth, "All libidos need oscillation."
So in that tradition, any ergonomous yacht should, in fact, be well-equipped with all engineered stamps of the Parh'kas Fraternity.
If you throw back at the fraternity its questionable methods, you get chopped kettled vegetables. I warn you now.
It's failed artistic tittilation, if you really think about it.
And your only chance of escaping it is to use underhand refactory measures that would make an orc proud. See, everything that tries to avert themselves from such lowly funded trajectories is made out to succeed.
In Kalimantan, Rapunzel did. In Timbuktu, Alan Parsons did. And your self?
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