Started on Sep 01, 2002.
Completed on Sep 02, 2002.
Aliens have eaten my socks. I stood on the table screaming "Yak yak yak!" as the horrid cascade of peanut butter covered bowling balls passed. Would you like a rutabaga? My uncle Joe is actually an closet Austral-opithecus. Noise noise noise noise noise noise and some goats. Early in the morning the Norwegian farmer stood up, yawned and went outside. I saqw him and thought "What a silly man!" Suddenly his head disappeared and a shapely feline came up to me and said "Gotta light?" so I said "Hey Babe. It's your day, and you can have it your way. If you wanna spend some of it telling me that there are aliens in the Nascar circuit, then that's A-OK." So she climbed out of her box a little further and told me the story of Burning Man, burnt weenie, big sky, big bucks waded into the smoking debris and scraped Jumbo's ashes into a peanut butter jar may have to take my pills with milk bread in his jar on the dashboard and said "Man, why are you screaming on your piano like that?" It was a slow song in a fast race, and the gas fumes filled the nose on his face.
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