Tray.

Well, I'm not sure what I'm actually writing about today, so it's more than likely that this will be a completely nonsensical waste of time, however I would just like to say that I enjoy it when the things happen, like the stuff in the place where it's at,.. unlike that time when Johnny touched the pole that fell over and scared the frog into the apple pond. It's like a giant flugelhorn, dipped into a caramel sauce, then rolled in desecrated coconut (not to be confused with your standard dessicated variety, although you can use it to make desecrated coconut, provided you have the appropriate tools/livestock) , baked in an oven at 36 degrees topwise, 42 lateral, and then slowly eaten by a chinese aardvark named Ping Ting the Emperor of Great Big LumpFish the second, third and fourth. yes yes, I know that all of you are asking, what the smoke is a flugelhorn??? and you'd be right in assuming that it is the silliest name for an instrument in the world... unless you were to invent an instrument and call it Gombo the Hydromatic Trestle Spanner. and yes, I am tired.

I like sentences that start with 'it's like'. they can go anywhere, and they generally don't end up being at all sane... It's like that time when the president went to the gorilla and said "I like it when the cheese faces the opere, and who knows about the state of lemon origami staple house?"

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wow, it's been quite a long time since I've written anything, and you could probably say it's been due to the fact that the weather has been tremendous of late, but instead I'd like to take this time to blame the evil gnomes. You know they're there, constantly stealing your things, and putting them in places where you would never expect to find them, like your car keys, the pen you were just using, lunch, and so on and so forth, my only guess is that they've somehow stolen the time I take to write these doobers... They're devilishly clever little fiends, like little ninjas, but with an agenda to annoy, rather than assassination..

So here's what we do;

Burn the house down. That'll learn 'em.

Thankyou for your time.