A jew is a hue of jewy chewy gooey chum. Children gather and hear your father speak of the glory days, upon the holes that they once were! I come from a land fallen from a sky most high in the air. I asked my little marsupial the meaning of life, to which he remarked pie... be off with him.
If I could ask all the sphere - o- blogs to raise their hands in settlement on our great agenda I say Nay! this.
People ask me the same question when i wear my shoes upon my brow, looking into their eyes with foul discontinuity. why must the werere be pined and asked so long as a gerbal meets the molded requierments?
I talk as if a demon caught my tougue in fierce disposition. Yet i ask a treatise of my readers to submit to the will of great gerbalitis, the king terror of the night, formely known as mother goose and her gooey ness. MorrGAN FREEEMAAAAAN!