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Bobby, So, I see it has come to this. You. The tongs. But where do I fit into the big picture? Not to be selfish, but once the tongs are available... there's simply no telling. No. I am truely and deeply devastated. These tongs are too heavy, my dear friend and comrade. Many a scone, (aka diseased pod...[refer to ExistEnce]) has been purchased via tong... Yea! many a muffin has been manipulated for the sole purpose of profit with these corrupt and sodden tongs. Dirty dirty tongs, where are you now? You are within reach... and it tears me in two. But enough! The mention of tongs is too much! But the silence- the silence is madness! Oh! Aching cruel pain! Oh! Sufferage which aboundeth within this harbinger of sorrow-this TONG! Nay! And again I say- NAY! I shall not allow it! I spit upon your tongs! I forbid you to defile yourself with this vessel of corruption and corporate greed! I ask you this- how many a llama must give its life to justify this sick obsession? As a representative of the life for llamas foundation (LFLF) I must boldly state in representation of my client(s)- IT MUST END!! and on that note, I have to admit... I am completely sane, and everybody else is crazy. I suspect that it is possible you are among the sane, so if you follow my urgent plea, then I beg of you- help me in the fight to free the llamas from tong-captivity!! JOIN ME NOW, MY FELLOW CITIZEN!!! All my sugar-sweet soggy dripping love, Joshua
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