Robots are unable to come here. Why is that? Has someone put a magnet in the way? Is there a raygun? Perhaps everyone is rusty?
Iíve gained a new perspective. I call it Scoo. I put it in my helmet. It rings and we all smell like weed. Canít swim? TRY SCOO!
A very, very, very, very, very long.
In the back of the barricade is a cordon. It is belonging to Smell. He is mad. Put him out! He will sing. We went on a trip, looking for more Scoo, and hereís what:
1. Many elephants were there.
2. Beheaded aunts are less friendly.
3. Dilated ponderosa is in the vial.
4. The rancid meat can cause yucky.
6. 50% off! EVERYTHING MUST GO!
7. Lead makes a better window than a painting.
Do you believe in armies of extended families that invade your privacy for the overrated seasons of the woody? I MELT MINE AND FREEZE THEM. Try it! Later, in July, you can take them out and try reconstituting. Iíve never been successful at that part, BUT YOUR RESULTS MAY VARY!!!! I like it. They are melty and then they are frozen chunks of relatives and then they are melty all in a pile. After I canít successfully reconstitute, I make a puddle and swim in it. SWIMMING IN UNRECONSTITUTED FRESHLY REMELTED RELATIVES IS RELAXING! Try it.
But no things must not become a part of no more of not that. This is trying. Iím a trail.
Pud, Flud, Gud