Goodness. Sun has a headache. What is to be done about this. Well, there's a Cloud, little druggy he is, floating about in a bliss. "Cloud, although I find you indistinguishable from one another I know there are good seeds and bad seeds. I hope you are a bad one." Luckily for Sun he's a bad little cloud. Unluckily for Sun he's a bad little cloud. "I hear you semi-loud and clear Mud Duck," says Bad Little Cloud. "The Yardstick's big and the Bacon's on the Mashed Potato." This is all too much for Sun, who has a headache. "I'll go ask another Cloud. Thank you." But you can't end an emphezema that simple. "Sun ol' buddy, there is only one Cloud. We are a Colony of Cloud. You're out of options. Ten-twenty all you want but you're in a nebulae of Nuke. That's why you have a headache. I am a Mushroom Cloud." Bad little druggy clouds.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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Goodness. Sun has a headache. What is to be done about this. Well, there's a Cloud, little druggy he is, floating about in a bliss. "Cloud, although I find you indistinguishable from one another I know there are good seeds and bad seeds. I hope you are a bad one." Luckily for Sun he's a bad little cloud. Unluckily for Sun he's a bad little cloud. "I hear you semi-loud and clear Mud Duck," says Bad Little Cloud. "The Yardstick's big and the Bacon's on the Mashed Potato." This is all too much for Sun, who has a headache. "I'll go ask another Cloud. Thank you." But you can't end an emphezema that simple. "Sun ol' buddy, there is only one Cloud. We are a Colony of Cloud. You're out of options. Ten-twenty all you want but you're in a nebulae of Nuke. That's why you have a headache. I am a Mushroom Cloud." Bad little druggy clouds.
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