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Thursday, February 05, 2004

A fair is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord.

I know you've all had those days when you felt more like nonsensical syllables than words. Or if you haven't, you probably skop bop shibbledy bop shoe day. Either way, that's the kind of day i'm having right now. Skee-ball. So if you don't mind, here is the tale of Boing fiddle-dee Venghis Khan, as told by Smirk Wilderly Cheesball McSnee.

"Once upon two typogriffical potbellies, nifty nine nineball sparcheesi lagoon. Inkus blinkspiff chokeldy morgan, fee phi noisemaker spork. Grank took a dehrft in the wimbledon snowball, fifty-five gallon galosh. Josh. Normifpicktacular, bach bach bacardi, ankle pant panda bear golfcake religion. After a bowspock, nor in a toefrock, lappis m'geller trifecta the clown. Eeen. Eeen. Eeen for an hour, bigger than poptarts, pineapple funk. Smoggus and boggus and creamcheese and floggus, ignore a flotacular roman cigar. Nip nip Nigeria, bundt cake bacteria. Fingus fo-tungus bionic fine art. Minkspotes and celery, jim-jiving jello. Ducksnap that fellow with festering cod. Gorgonsmith tugboat with scarf-monkey beandip, nobody sneaks in the purple brick toad."

(Today's story has been entirely fictional. Any similarity between the characters, places, and events of this story and real people, places, and events is next to impossible.)

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