And let me tell you something else.
Bogus and Felix are hard at work on this page daily.
Yes.
But we were distracted by a snail smoking a cigarette before his timely death.
His fucking feelers were going all sorts of crazy, man.
It was so fucked up!
Holy god.
We sent him to Nirvana. Not the band. Not the afterlife.
But something else entirely.
If you would like to experience it, you will have to get thrown at the cinderblock wall on the side of some kind of freaky store/residence thing behind my house that always has its light on at night and some lady with big black hair lives there.
Would you like to?
I could look into it.
Delete delete delete.
Oh fuck, Felix, that is the dumbest thing you've ever said.
But not really. You are cool.
Doves and pidgeons are the same bird.
Pidgeons and crows are not.
Rabbits get chased by cats and curious young Alices.
Fun.
So.
Don't even try to understand.
No, do try.
I dare you.
I pose a real riddle to you. A conundrum, if you will?
Donde estan mis pantelones? En mi coche, con mi tequila.
La chat est sur la table.
Regamus. Pimpissimi omnium pimporum sumus.
This is the point where we say 'O
No! We run the risk of being
found out!"
(I meant to do that (that as in the quote or that as in the whole story. (We'll tell you about the story later. (I know you are the only one reading this. (Big Spider. (took 'im out! BLOGGER!)
That ends all of them.
No.
FREAKY FREAKY THANG! ( )
feck spelling. O Jese! (vocative)
What have we done, Felix?
You be quiet.
Ok.
Am I hungry?
I'm.
Am I drunk?
I'mn't.
Uber-contraction.
Fastest way to half a baby.
I mean halve you sick bastard.
10% of all people halve there oregons switched round.
hart on rite.
appendicks on left.
One in every TEN!
Ok. I think its time to go. Menthols. Bye bye now.
Not to be racist. I'm just addicted.
What are you talking about?
