by rob 'f*ck off' wine boy on Sun May 15, 2005 9:25 am
We am not I, quoth the verb in the second advent of the premier coming. The Penultimate final aptitude test concluded that Jesus perhaps originated in his second house, whereupon the Teenage Ninja Hero Turtles (tm) attacked quite passively with the use of thermonuclear waste decontamination, inflicting several serious recoveries upon the leper enjoyers.
Amongst all this was the deafening noise of silence (and yes, I know you're all thinking 'prentious!', I care not), as the Pope sat pondering the art of thinking nothing. Soon, after a long time, he sat up, and whilst in his favourite 4 poster bed trundled across the hydrated dryness of the newly formed Gobi desert, from whence the Gobs hail.
Gobbing in public is rude, hence the friendly extermination of this particular race, for the benefit of misfortune.
Amen.
Thought begets Heresy; Heresy begets retribution.