WARNING! THIS IS SOME WEIRD ASS TWISTED SHIT! CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN PERIL!!!
In fact, this is the slightly edited version, but I hope to find a copy of the origional so that I may
force it upon all of you, infecting you with my insanity! BWA HA HA HA HA!
Ninety times a day I eat, a thousand furry feet gone past my nine yard tomato fish, swimming in the orange sea, of molten wasabe ballet dancers, forty thousand leagues beneath the stamp pad golden king. Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! Coming for my sacred lemon cap, why oh why, did I ever buy, that thousand dollar flea. Ingesting my mealworms, I scream. Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! Bring it on little man, it's time to dance with the queen of ceramic parrot feets, a thousand million billion feet, a feat of the mind to imagine it, spanning across mine little toe. Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! Buggrit Buggrit Buggrit All! Oh no, closing in on me, thousands of little Tori Amos clones, eating the magic dust of a thousand Canadian nights, the Dark Canadian Knight! Oh woe ist I, for a thousand times he cometh from mine left nasal passage. Beware his exalted name, for when he cometh from mine nostril, he shalt walk upon the land with his massive Patrich Duffy leg! And thou shalt be cast into the giant Nostril of Pain, and thou shalt be burned by many a gallon of bleached fish blood, mixed with the Mucus of the Gods, and thou shalt be smitten, and thou shalt cry out to the world wide, "Woe, oh Woe ist I for I have been Smote!" Yet my flibberdygibbit wackamazoo shalt not listen, and though shalt cry out yet again. Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! It is time for all good plastic figurines to come to arms, and bear thine arms against the injustices of a thousand mental afflictions, and their heinous excuse for a government! Yes, bear arms, preferably thy own, yet if thy cannot spare them, borrow a friends. Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! Beware mine children for the Seven Point Five Temporarily Discomforting Sins! Yes, Yes! Beware the Sins of Kicking Below the Belt, Sugar, and Seinfeld! Yes and, buggrit buggrit buggrit all, the Sins of Canadianaism, Watercolors, and Tori Amos. Oh great Thanos of my Left Nasal Passage, the Tori Amos are coming, coming for me to take me to their hellish layer of plastic cannon balls, singing about the Rain, and looking for my Knife! Yet escaping, oh buggrit buggrit, I find salvation, and find of myself the Sixth, Seventh, and Seven Point Fifth Temporarily Discomfroting Sins, Carp-Pal Tunnel Syndrom, Poor Carp-Petting, and Pnuemoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconiosis! Well, Pnuemoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconiosis is realy the Seven Point Two Fifth sin, but I degress. Watch out for the egress! Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! Dancing with my shovel, and getting down with the funky groove. Word to your mother. Word to a thousand mothers of the Canadian orange wasabe! Oh old mother wasabe, mistress of the wheat-back penny, grant my wish and bring forth the Rain of a Thousand Spoons, and Give Me My Knife! A thousand knifes, when all you need is a good bout of Pnuemoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconiosis! Flying Monkeys! Flying Monkeys! I see him coming, wack wack buggrit all, beware the rath of Darth Strip-Mall! O its the wunderful gift ov hookd on fonics, hookd on fonics did it 4 me! Yes children, beware his hallowed name, that though shalt never know! No one knoweth His name, well, to tell yopu the truth, he did tell me, but I can't tell you, no really, I can't, well ok, but you can't tell anyone, pinkyswear? ok, it's: @#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#$%^&*()!@#. !@#$ censors! Help! Help! the Censorship is coming! I hate the Censorship, it's all a bunch of !@#$%^&*() propoganda, HEY! What was that? I didn't say anything censored! You see, we must R!$e against this $ ^ _|_ $ ^ ? \/\ ! Don't let !@#$ take !@#$ your !@#$%^, !@#$% back! Take back your !@##$%^& from these !@#$%^&*() !@#$%^&! Wait, I haveth an idea! Oday Ouyay Eakspay Igpay Atinlay? Iay Usway Ayingsay Atthay Ensorshipsay Isay Overnmentgay Opogandapray, Atthay Ouyay Ustmay Iseray Ugainstay Injustusay, On'tday Etlay Emthay Aketay Awayay Ouryay Ightsray, Ightfay Ackbay! Aketay Ackbay Ouryay Eedomefray Overnmentgay Ievesthay! Yingflay Onkeysmay! Yingflay Onkeysmay! It's about time we bring down the mouse, inside a big brown and orang tomato house! Monkey see, so Monkey do, and why is Monkey flinging poo? Answer me that! FLYING MONKEYS! FLYING MONKEYS! WORD TO YOUR MOTHER, peace out.
