Fry noopish,

As if in retrograde decisiveness, there are no pylons here. I need an orange pylon (please, no orange canthings) with which to prop my dip switch. If possible, please attempt to send a pylon to general delivery, care of flingo.

Also, tell the people to stop walking around looking over my shoulder. My computer has a hairplug, and it feels ashamed of its floppy-disk addiction. NO MORE CARTS!

Last time I didn't sing to the orchard, I became distraught and feverish. The air was squishy. That's no good.

Discuss this with no one!

Responses of an e-mailular nature shall be greatly obfuscated. In order to place a sarratonin-substitute in a fruit cocktail, it's frequently useful to understand the nature of slush. There is no ice today. It is warm.

NEVER BELIEVE IN THE THINGS SAID TO YOU BY A LUMPY GUY.

The Great Cob has put a basket of stuff aside for you. If you should choose response over the alternative of nubular distraction, you may be eligible to put the basket upon your head and jump around like a peach.

THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE. RETURN TO YOUR DOMICILE.

In responding, feel free to contend liberally with the following:

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Most days, my favorite place to hide my leaf is:

___ Under the skin

___ Nowhere that's old

___ I am redistributed

___ Plow

___ With a picture of Claude

___ Tip of fish

___ Wherever there's skipping

___ Tailpipe is broken

___ In

___ Male

___ true/false

___ Gladiators of sparky

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Thinsulate! If ever there is anything you feel, place it in the little box (enclosed) and send it (possibly without pylon) to the address (disclosed). Our plate is not edible!

 

Listless,

Arbitrary, the flooHunt of Cram