I've been staring faithfully at the screen for the past 60 seconds, ignoring the orangy twings of msn discussions of how breathtaking D looked in 'Deal or No Deal' with DC, pondering how best to evoke dignity, distaste with dashes of wit and cutting sarcsm. That, Satire you know?
'It's better to face this kind of things with a sense of poise and rationality' chimes Panic! at the Disco.
Unworthy though thou art, I will cope with thee.
Ye, offspring of a mongrel bitch, avator of sly and evil incarnate, and you too, Mr PotatoHead, nosy oxbeef accomplice of the Rut, I would proclaim you two are barking up the wrong tree, but then I realised that no less, are your natural voices.
The gods too, adore a joke.
Okay this proves my exhaustion, quoting Shakespeare at this hour. But I'm certain my prose will not go unseen (no pun intended), and my time wasted, for stalkers, unwelcomed guests I'm too polite but to entertain, are lurking behind their screens. Here you go :D
Last, my sincere apologies for the misunderstanding Kenneth.
HAHA Bobo is sleeping with his lil tongue stuck half out on MY bolster - which is most conveniently against the bed, everybody go AW KAWAINEEEEEEEE!
Ja Ne!
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