Stop spitting on your own tongue. The world's not made of tofu, y'know. I wish I would buy one of those plastic bubble things for a quarter at the grocery store and there'd be a hundred dollar bill inside. But that's not gonna happen, so long as Bush is president. Just leave the gargling to me. There can only be one multifarious rhinoceros cleansing a year, however two mullet ferris wheels are allowed. Avoid wearing druthers. You don't want the fabricational losses to downsize an already perplexing Norse deity while you're still groveling with the lesser known chicken fingered gods of yore...mama.
(Please note that all persons appearing in this plexiglass astronaut booth are fictional, and any resemblance to real animal mating calls is entirely Oriental.)
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