Regardless of how many tube socks you put on your head, you still look like a boob, but I don’t want to miss it when they come back in style! I find myself right where I left me, right where I look down, darn it! I was hoping to give me the slip, annual hippo underwear fest and pie off as it is! I have been eating healthy, which means any chicken or Cow-let per se I can wrestle to the ground! The only problem is, and there’s several, is I tend to overeat! I do this because I say, I’m so thin I can fly, hence falling spree 08′ 9 and moments ago! What was it the great moron money in my wallet said, stop buying cats for scenery! I can yet,those cats tie the room together!
August 2nd is fast approaching, which means last minute tweaks and random gravy beratement is abundant, screw you gravy, lumpy loser! I’m pretty sure I won’t be using my website and instead the major book sellers to sell Magic Everything, because my website attaches 4.50 in taxes! Why not just offer angry raccoons with each book, and rat head totems?!
Boy the stuff I have to smell to get some pie! The tri daily meat and cinnamon pie contests are racing a-long! I thinks if I pretend my leg’s broke, the sympathy will get me thru to the finals! Oww, the Laychance sisters are pounding my head into the table, as I accidentally blurted out The LAYCHaNCE SISTERS suck mule butt! And they heard me along with the whole tent, damn it! Oww again, now I’m being dragged out for unlawful touching of a pie! They’ll never prove them charges! Whoa, a sight to gander at, a dead ringer for Johnny Cash has decided to assail the crowd with roundhouses! I LOVE your music! That really shook Johnny up, random super fan shakes off the traildust I says!