Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Granules of spam

"Oh, but I have a habitual translator," said the unruly platypus. I didn't understand what he meant at first, because of the irritability of his hummus. All of a sudden, the nares came to fruition, and I weeded the garden. Once the pustules were vanquished, there was nothing standing in the way of Captain Crunch dominating the racquetball court. Do you have the keys to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?

3 comments:

The Stapp said...

We see that Putnam county officials know the whereabouts of the stolen sand dunes taken from corporal leaf blowers estates

Kevin Gay said...

I feel like there is some protrusion of inverted barrel racing into our daily routine of holistic judicial greivances.

The Stapp said...

Well depending on the air raid brought on by collegiate distributors. There may be some comprehensive Gallup polls being taken to gather data about arbitrarily produced camel games