Sometimes it's just better not to say anything at all.
Gadzooks! Gramercy! Lackaday!
My stegosaurus ran away!
Lackaday! Gadzooks! Gramercy!
I'll have to get a cow named Percy!
and then he went on and on and on and on and on laughing, chortling, gasping, until his windpipe burst and he had to be rushed to the morgue
Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir.
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir.
I am back, huzzà. You may now eat your cauliflower.
(Welcome back, dròm! I suppose I took a bit of a break there, too.)
I bought a new suit yesterday. Oh, and I posted an old poem of mine not too long ago, dròm. Check it out while I slumber!
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Thanks-- though I won't be properly online until Friday, from then onwards, I will be online far more frequently, I suspect.
I'll check that poem out; in Original Writing, I presume?
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Disco dancing Jane on the takeaway crutches, walking to town with the maître D' lunches.
(Yep, Original Writing.)
"Sandwiches were invented by Earl of Sandwich, popcorn was invented by the Earl of Popcorn, and salad dressing by the Oil of Vinegar."
All's well that ends well, huh?
I watched Wings repeats and country music videos all night long.
(Hi dròm!)
Rock the town like a moldy crouton!!
(Hey, Smog! I'm back online for good, now, hopefully...)
Dreams are like fish...
(Sweeeeet.)
Icicles light my tongue when I'm gone...
. I've been looking forward to reading your work, Smog...)