Day 298: Turning A Buried Coward
Holy flawnscopes of an unturned toadstool. Lisa The Lizard Fairy has informed me of the most disasterous tale that could cause your pink mush to flail! One day, it may be so unwritten, a dirty little MoonChild could very well be birthed into the horrid world. I covered my ears in disbelief. I could not bear such an attrocity of inhuman natures. Never more shall I speak the tongue of the Day tribe. I will see the hairy stall and hear no lie. It can't ever be, no, it shan't. A Moon Faced MoonChild walking the earth, roaming the streets; combing the grass like an estranged madMoon! I will wash my eyes, with soap and butter, of this filth and eat cherry crumb pie. For Where Art Thou Gawd Spawning Devil Minions Who Would'th Allow No Charity??
Calming The Soothing Balm.
Calming The Soothing Balm.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 12:56 am
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Translation: My friend thinks Drew Barrymore has a moon shaped face [cresent like] and that if she were to have children, they would be cursed with the same shape. I, on the other hand, think Drew is quite remarkably beautiful and would like to think she would have good looking children :P
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