Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do much more than
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do much more than what we were
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do much more than what we were, but MORE MUSTARD.
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do much more than what we were, but MORE MUSTARD. Oh the mustard
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do much more than what we were, but MORE MUSTARD. Oh the mustard, sweet, yellow mustard
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god of the great bandcalled Linkin Park, which the fabric of time bent to. Extramedium ancient coffee cups were spilled on everyone's lap and they screamed MUSTARD PLEASE we cannot do much more than what we were, but MORE MUSTARD. Oh the mustard, sweet, yellow mustard, the mustardiest mustard
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical wax phonograph records
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical wax phonograph records that were vital
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical wax phonograph records that were vital for rocking the
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical wax phonograph records that were vital for rocking the socks off of
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical wax phonograph records that were vital for rocking the socks off of every man and
Three detrimental sailors sailing on the very top of their crow’s nest spotted a floating pack of flimsy mini antiquated cylindrical wax phonograph records that were vital for rocking the socks off of every man and other demented creature