Saturday, 21 clock. Space-remoulade 11.3. Mix in pudding and such.
A Missing Link appeared.
The link between chimpanzees and sea cucumber. Oh my God! Where is the military? Where's my latte? Latte with caramel and ... let fear after. Tomorrow we are all dead, the button is right next to the bomb button and when the plaster comes, everything is off. We must STÄÄÄÄRBEN !!!!!!
I come with peaceful intentions, yeah! All that I did not kill die, or enslaved. Yesssss, I take the earth as I need it. First soft, then hard. Brett Hart. Not even the military kaaaahhaaaaan stop me! Not even with an anesthetic catapult!
General Trouserhower is overwhelmed and asks what that is brutal to be done mus Akhen the window and is in heat. He sniffs at the hyacinth and groans. The flower is STÄÄÄÄRBEN! Coffee with milk! Shut up! Äääääh nee .... I have not taken drugs.
Where am I? How many am I? Why Genghis Khan is on the couch and fiddles around with Jerry? The cat rolls her eyes. Can I get round it with Whiskas? KAFEEEEEE! He is STÄÄÄÄÄRBEN! Thanks for all the fish and goodbye. It will be cloudy tomorrow.
On Mars and on earth.
PS: ten joint are not enough. And I know what you did last summer smoked!
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