This whole thing is like some sort of infinitely sized glory box full of gum-booted lovebugs. It\u2019s a hoot. And shoop shoop doo wop to you and yours and all that and that. This whole thing is badgering on borderdom, but link-tabling to some excruciating new form of joyousness. It\u2019s\u2019 a hoot. And toot! toot! toot! to it and it\u2019s and the whole gummed up bummed down thing.<\/p>\n
Hey fluffy! This whole thing is flipping me it\u2019s dipping me in and out of a gigantic punchbowl full of the insipid milk of human blindness. But somehow it\u2019s a hoot. Like the rub. In the tub. 3 men. Yummy. And now I\u2019ve been dubbed onto the whole languid scene and I\u2019m already feeling like a hasbeen. It\u2019s somewhat like a hoot. Pointless noise. Spinning off. Into vacuum. Nothing. Reflecting. Nothing reflecting.<\/p>\n
But that\u2019s buckled think! For me this whole thing is like a million noggins all merged into none. The singularity of human insight. With nothing to say. God it\u2019s a hoot. It\u2019s an annie. It\u2019s a fluke it\u2019s happening. The flute is happening. It\u2019s a poop it\u2019s crappening. I know you\u2019re all dancing.<\/p>\n
This whole thing is a hoot. It\u2019s spooks me. I\u2019ve spread-eagled all my loot over it. It\u2019s like an unscrupulous croupier. Did I say doop doop doop. Um, like, it\u2019s a hoot, man. It\u2019s a hootman. There\u2019s not a lot less I can say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This whole thing is like some sort of infinitely sized glory box full of gum-booted lovebugs. It\u2019s a hoot. And shoop shoop doo wop to you and yours and all that and that. This whole thing is badgering on borderdom, … Continue reading