**Cuckoorex **I followed you here about three years ago. Don’t be walking around thinking you’re the pied piper of the internet or anything, ok?
plays pipe, watches threnodyangelfire’s eyes glaze over
Wait, what are we pitting again?
Oh, I mean:
“Wait, what that hole again?”
Is there a pit and then
the drums begin,
as if cats could talk.
This isn’t an argument.
And you don’t mess around with Jim.
Capitol letters describe
when there is little sunlight,
have in three parts.
All must not be art. Some art we must disintegrate.
Well, you can if you use “and” or “or”. For example: We put in new windows because I love the smell of glass and I am nelophobic.
I think “and then there are the drums” is a reference to the last episode before the second the end three season of Doctor Who, and is trying to warn us, beyond the direct control.
I am positive almost it is something similar.
The manual lies unread
fourteen ways to reach,
happier times have past.
You got saltines?
They love crackers.
Give that kid a test and get him out of here.
I sometimes foot to where the cheese is giving kittens too much too. I find the sun is helpful deciding cheese on mountain dew.
“I’ve got blisters on my fingers!”
:eek:
A suffusion of yellow.
The vandals stole the handle.
Poop goes in the potty.
If it’s yellow, leave it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.