1PM: Horace came into the kitchen this afternoon sneaking around with his nips ablaze attempting to curtail the dragons. The dragons were havvin none of it: “We can’t svelte goat maggot supper somewhere insatiable black gore when pullulating and nightmares.”
2PM: Horace was repentant and somewhat chastened at the sound of litter babies crawling through the swamp. The litter babies are not as crucifixion-obsessed as Al Gore. Al was less up for swallowing toast when the nightmares happened and somewhat regimental when it came to popping Es.
3PM: There can be no silence in the realm of the doughnuts.
4PM: Was when we silenced the pimps and ate the gravid artichokes.
2PM: Horace was repentant and somewhat chastened at the sound of litter babies crawling through the swamp. The litter babies are not as crucifixion-obsessed as Al Gore. Al was less up for swallowing toast when the nightmares happened and somewhat regimental when it came to popping Es.
3PM: There can be no silence in the realm of the doughnuts.
4PM: Was when we silenced the pimps and ate the gravid artichokes.
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