Not overcooked. Not undercooked. Just all half-baked goodness in every write.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Crispy Aquavelva Slings the Scarred Angled Banter
Oh, spray can you bring Fly the pawns pearly flight But for soundly we nailed As the highlight grasped ceiling Who bought types of ripe chards Brew the feral lost kite O’er the manparts we tossed Heard the gals all live screaming And the sockets said stare The frogs bursting with hair Nay, groups few tonight Hat on hags all beware Oh stay cos’ this scarred angled banter get slayed Goes a hand of the brie And the gnome loves the babe.