are at the bottom (the very bottom) of the task (the one and only) of handling the shovels (repetitious; yes, indeed) feeding the chimney not to much of the food it prefers... and who might it be... Ong & Ing... Mogfelat & Ligferrat... The Siamese Uncles... Weird Al & the Workers of the Void...
Many names... Yes, but to what purpose... Stay a little longer and find out... 3 2 1
-E-edward -T-theodore; m'Nanufactured is key to the following. Weapons of Diversity
1. What came first - the Orange or its color?
2. Where are you?
3. Brackets!
4. Ink?
5. The End!
6. Aminal!
7. Bouncy Ouncy! And All The Rest?
8. Squares!
The judge is late... tap tap tap...
tap tap tap...
"Operator! Yes, send in the ground-searching-radar team, there's a dog buried somewhere and...
... sniff sniff tap tap."
"OMG, it's alive!!!"
"What?"
"This dog's not dead..."
"What? What is it?"
........................ caught a Jurnd back home this morning. A crazy little fella! Wanna see?
(trains are an interesting topic; train tracks and railways too)
walk-in freezer were he (his name is Norman) set up household in a cave like contrapment fashioned from cardboard boxes, hay bales and ice, were he could tuck in himself and wait for the food delivery guy (his name is Guy) to
..................... step that, viewed from afar, was like the shadow of the infamous aztek two-step!
"aAt should clear it, you beatnik wanna be!!!" muttered he who stepped.
The judge cleared his throat ***** and uttered.
"Let the game be thin...
And I saw a red horse standing by a red house that had blue shutters and in front of it I saw the owner standing on the green...
said the sea and crashed the beach party and when the sea'd left the party growled, "What did you have to go and do that for? Now we're all bleached and transparent!" It iterated it bitterly a few times, growling in-between for good measure, and then started to back to town for
But it was closed due to a duel of dual dullness in the residue of Mispels. Mulla Nasruddin was there and wasn't there
and it was confusing, wasn't it, it was confusing (even to the Whiffclanger it was confusing and that should explain it, not only sort-of, not only!) and scary too, as the Mispels truly are as dull as Dulles would be if it were any closer to Dallas, Tx. ...
The Texas Flangers looked on, toned out and blurrby; they hadn't hunted down Pillows just for Pillows sake for they really wanted this Oker put away for good and
there he wasn't... "aHa, that's why!" said the bored (as in drilled) cup. Mulla Nasruddin gaped in aw as he hadn't even thought that Arizona was a part of the ballgame; rather apart from it (the ballgame! You think; and your right!). "Now I'm confused; and I'm the writer, so go figure..."
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The on-going story gets down its knees and pleads "Hey! Mister. This is very confusing. Please get me back on track."
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Dance upon the time like a