The Twenty Ninth Day
A hole burst its way through the crack in my kitchen floor last night. I was all cosy in bed, rugged up clutching my "Mr Bean Bear" teddy, when all of a sudden I heard it. The extreme scary crazyness of it could come from no one else but a hideously deformed RatChild of a devil monkey. It was a sneeze. Interupting my sleep, how dare they be so rude?! I twirled out of bed to find myself in the hallway saying "God bless you," when it burst into flames, flomp-flinging itself all over the place squealing like a screaming pidgeon. Now I have a burnt sausage-like thing and a big mess to clean up... What a wonderous thing that will be.
Tsunami Is A Beaver.
Tsunami Is A Beaver.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 12:44 pm
6 Comments:
The sun will rise times more before I can reveal to you, against the voices wishes, the secrets of the face walk. You may have figured it out already I'm not sure. But none the less, I will help you perfect it!
See you soon :)
Why thanks. You are too kind :)
Ok I will. I always have time. I'm a hermit with nothing else to do! Have a nice day :)
In case you didn't realise, I had an adventurously psychadelic night of frightful dillemas. Yes first Lisa the Lizard Fairy, then my kitchen crack became a crack-hole with the emergence of some sausage like thing. Dramas affect the lining of the fabric of space in which I dwell. Oh, I hope I sleep well tonight.
This site is one of the best I have ever seen, wish I had one like this.
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Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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