blick bloppy bluefrog and jumpin dark lark toonglows
morpid wrapped cruppid dang jang muppins and sumpins about to blow
jig din loogie and mak so choogie no low flow go me don’t go too and mew mew mew
nein jigs no klooken mien looken and clude tooken nooken nooken brooken
por la se pronto and who you talkin to?
jung listna von claren sie blisters and listerine is good for the fro you fro? no. me joe.
zimp
bing a bong a bing bing bong binger chalmshift to lesser miffs claim no drifts sponsored by peerodontry these are words of whiffdom
dibble dabble dabble dibble bless us one and all may our circumstances betray our fall yes it’s a good day to fall so take your places and tear your brain rip it into little pieces let no shred of your pretenses remain i believe all of you can be made risible stick it into a full bottle, cork it save it til the year 2073 bibble babble nabble croy each and every one of yoy
norm shlunky was prowling his usual prowl one night when a boom bah jum nunky dung crung mah jong long bong dong the one legged pirate and his parrot some flunky bit part parrot named mel were jelling as a latter day comedy team when tragedy struck and this story was never told until now but alas tragedy has struck again and the author is dead. don’t worry. this company has alternate authors and being brought to you now in fine form if not any kind of technicolor is this sad sad but beautiful and tender story of love and seaweed.
don’t be late get a date it’s going to be grand it’s going to have sand lots of it lots of sand and sand is good yes sand is good it’s oh so good it’s good it’s sand it’s oh so good they’re throwing sand on the floor.
special pomp a social romp and you and i are through the door there’s a show on. it’s full of la di da la di di di we’ll drive our coupe de ville and power the curves on sunset all the way up from the ocean until we reach the beverly hills ooh it gives me chills to know we’ll soon be in beverly hills because once we reach west hollywood we’re gonna see that billboard, baby that billboard baby, baby baby baby drink chivas?
frazzim bam jippen and we’re just trippin pond lickin vam bap jazzim prap. shine muckers and pun tuckers shun cluntillers and lazy genre grillers oh me oh my i’m a gonna die
live for this and this and that and what and that and more?
oh, clive. don’t talk so somber. don’t be so gomber so nomber so gauche. fray lay paisley lot more core the hotly hot. looky here see near so much and far and free. it’s de-lovely it’s poofy and plot. it’s mighty mighty wavy arms and flinging through the brie. it’s knocky knocky knocky crumpily and lovely as a gee. it’s me, clive, it’s me.
i know, dear. i love you and it and the tendrils and the tree. i love you all the more than valentines to a 4 year old. i love you i love you. i love you. but i must go down this smacky brave and brace for the purse lursin cursin sin.
no, clive, mustest you go?
i must, dear. i’m made for the corwyn jaborrin the locky jocky glock key the flock follows me i’ve a humped up bother pored and lored with destiny i’ve got john blonde jisly and crissly who de le who i’ve met missly and tender fender presslys and shondered every gree i’ve mondered and i’ve rondered but i never glondered down a knee not to come hinkly and david brinkley into some oedipus tea i’ve laundered some fine clothing and i’m in bed before 3 damn, girl. youda thought i was some flapjammle jean for likely fuckin flamble well, i’m not and i don’t appreciate the impickation. the snickeration the causy causy nest egg ertation! i’m not some tool, bitch. i’m a real human type conglomeration jirraap fan blanchbation. i’m a nick nick nick nick indians. that’s me.
