...no.
...that's better.
So, I'm back from my
"The world has turned! Only there's a hole in America 'cause there was a flag there." Stupid flag.
Person 1: "She has purple hair."
Person 2: "So does my grandma."
Person 1: "Really?"
Person 2: "Yeah. She's a rockstar."
Person 1: "Does she have a Mohawk?"
Person 2: "Yeah." Rock! The Walker! Rock out tonight!
"I shall cascade madly! *evil laughter*" ...I don't even know.
"Is there any way I can get a giant scorpion?" But of course. First you must fly to the land of Seven Giant Taffies, then drop secretly to the ground and start making scorpion-like noises. Wait for thirteen and a half minutes, then an additional twenty-seven eighty-fourths of a second, and the giant scorpion will be right behind you. Oh, also you might want to bring a net or something. Or at least some scorpion repellent.
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Howdy, Eve! ;) It is I, someone who you know from the Annual Butt-polishing Convention, and/or the contest today! I'll give you a hint... yellow birds? The bizarre two words I utter out of sheer nonsense?
Howdy, simplyamusing! Ah, yes. I do know who you are now, although I had no idea that the contest was also referred to as the Annual Butt-polishing Convention. I'm going to have to add that to my calendar for next year, if it's Annual. Can't wait! ;)
Rock. The Walker. Rockrock the Walker. *head bobs*
LOL.
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