Day 283: Time Passes The Why

Screeching like a barren pimple, I thought maybe I should lie. But that frozen turnip knew all too well that I was the wiser and could fathom such a thought. So instead I sneakily sounded the vowels like a clopped possum and I wheezed with the ordain pokings in a dainty dart. You see, Stumps had failed to inform me that she was truly in the depths of "love" with the hunchback of Clarkson High. I shan't divulge names but this Scottie Character had wooed her to the prism binding realm of insatiable insanity. I flicked her ear but then I thought "The Poop offered to buy the drink and I refused?" I could have savoured the weight of a filled wallet, but no, I let it get away. Grandma will once again ignore the rosing temples that spark the very essence of intellectual vastness but no, I am not worthy. Have it your way.

Blobs Are Blue For Winter Can never Snow.