Originally Posted by
Man of Steel
Quit ruining my thread. See the first page for appropriate responses.
With that, the illusory Frenchman farted in your general direction, and, wordlessly, fled into the depths of depravity, laughing melodiously like a little girl all the while. This disturbed the tea kettle to no end, upsetting his dinner with the lawn chair and the fermenting pumpkin in the corner darkened by elusive light from elsewhere. Farewell, my sweet, sweet vinegar. I shall miss you dearly come morning, and mourn your late departure with a remembrance envied by even Plato, whoever he was. Alas, my sails are withered, my veins swollen with blood too red to bleed, my heart heavy beyond measure, though I've never weighed it. I do not know what I shall do, but I do know that I shall do this. What this is, however, escapes my feeble recognition in the midnight hour. Sexual Healing? More like really bad rhythm and blues. I laugh at your impeccable timing, lost though it is in the smoky depths of the long-lost horror of the invisible cove. Hooray for dead rats and vacuums of spatial nature. Goodbye, I greet you.
