Thursday, 28 June 2012

Cabbage the Forty Second?

The extremely foul, yet unbelievably attractive stooped gait of the Goffaloffagon allows it to entice prey into its foul tendrils of spandex, whereupon they are admitted into a high class modern dance school in which many others were educated. They only come for you if you have just read a sentence of thirty nine words precisely. Oops.
   As none of you may know, the emperor of this inept conglomerate of writing stooges is actually in charge. And this poses a problem. Unbeknownst to me, when I signed up for the whole ordeal, I was tranquilised and had my vital organs removed and replaced with hamsters. These hamsters die on Piscerious' command. So yes. This must happen.
  I was also notified that I have a group of disciples.With an inordinate amount of David Hume. So get in touch so that I may amass an evil army. Or a good army, if you guys are boring like that.
   Also, slime.
   Several cabbages catch fire if I want them to. Be warned.

G'devening.

Post scripturing? There is some. Or rather, here is some. Mainly because mister Piscoria is a vicious cheat with extraordinarily large calves. And chunky ears. And three left feet. And more insulting features. And stuff.
   He also smells of elderflower.

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