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Ponder YEA.My carpet is fuzzy OH GOD! SPIDER! *runs away*
*three hours and six episodes later*
GIVE ME THE SPONGE BACK!!!
Why does hair have to be so hairy!?
HAHAHA! TVs cant talk.
Theres a what living in my bed?
You cant fill it with cheese!
But peanut butter works.
I CAN watch paint dry. Heh.
GO PAINT GO!
Llama farms rule.
Im monna role around on my bed now.
No you cant fill beds with ketchup.
GET AWAY FROM THE RED!
Negative ghost rider.
LLAMA FARM TALE
On our llama farm, we dont ride horses.
Oh no, we ride llamas.
But the reason why we cant ride horses is
Because we eat pigs.
And llamas and pigs are natural enemies.
Thats why llamas eat ham.
Ham = dead pig.
They get revenge.
yeahhh. DADS HOME!
now for more spongebob.
Who said you cant eat mustard and ham?
Its mustard AND ham. Get it right.
Thinking thoughts...My TV remote is magical it turns on the TV! Woah. Neat.
WHERE DOES THE WATER COME FROM!?
Why do people stare when I make weird noises with my friends?
Or glomp (tackle hug) them
Or laugh as loud as we can
And scream about cliché vampire romance novels ?
Were all a little insane but I always make sense.
DONT QUESTION ME!
I think my brain just told me to hit you.
Wow, we have gangsters in my town?
(I live in cracker central of America.)
WADDAP, WAZZAPP yo hoime dog. Be shakin up in my hood NUU!
Cannibalism is frowned upon in most societies.
*Were all just a little bit racist*
Turtles are AMAZING. Lets go buy crabs.
Say something strange to someone and leave them to their thoughts.
Rub my nose, bleotch.
No, you cant eat my homework!
Red heads heh what?
OH NOES! Late night porn advertisements!! (GGW! No.)
And not thriller energy drink. Yummm *drinks coke*
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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