Once pupon a time a stoopid ass called simon

Once pupon a time a stoopid ass called simon barbaaaaaaaaaah told me to go on this website, he forced me to, he held my up by my throat with a knife, now im here, save me plz

i am so scared i have just had a massive dump

It was really smelly.

Like my palm.

Your palm? No, I believe you are mistaken. This palm here is mine. What? No, it's been growing here by my fence since I bought the house in 1992. Yes, that's my fence and I'd like

you to remove the fairy lights, Tibetan prayer flags, windmills, wind chimes and evil eyes nailed to MY fence & tree. Your clutter is interfering with my chi flows and causes head

winds approaching speeds requiring tropical storm warnings and the sirens startled my birds of paradise who then shit all over place and the resale values take a dive and she gives

thought they might learn how not to fail from our example, they left us behind for virtual worlds and formed their own congresses and opinions. Our dessiccated corpses

amused themselves with parlor games until they crumbled to dust, while we watched in our disembodied, sluggish melancholy, perplexed and slowly fading to nothing.