Sunday, November 3, 2013

Beanietopper

The victims had been ground into hamburger and sold into savory. Frailfinger was able to outwit the authorities by gluing an umbrella handle to his coccyx with pine gum. Barfwrinkle, on the other hand, was fond of baking handguns into fruit pies. Messerschmidt, always the prankster, insouciantly shot moose DNA at gawky co-eds through a soda straw. It would have been alarming had it not been so frightfully infructuous.

Stop. Do not modify your behavior in any way as a result of what you see in this box. What a job lobbing Bob's slobbering gob to the clobbering mob. Derek was so embarassed at having accidentally shot his wife that he pretended he'd done it on purpose. No longer able to control the brightness of his halogen lamp, Johnathon concluded he was experiencing dimmage damage. Gumball dynasty! Heart string plucker blues! Scaling back. Number of things that now make a difference: zero. Wen yengot notten, yengot notten aluz!