The elephant was hungry for a soul from Brian the soul-keeper. But instead Gogandantes broke a bone with God's hammer and destroyed the bottom layer before we decided that your mom swallowed your dad's friend's uncle's manbabies.

"Plugh!"

Then my elephant attempted to smell what baconfish was eating, but failed miserably. However, the large cup full of plutonium thought, "Oh, stars look ridiculous when they twinkle brightly." Meanwhile, conservatives were lying about everything except squirrels. Brian became founder of several communist Wal-Mart stores. Along with a large MONKEYDANCE, many friendly toads were shot. Because everyone was drunk, and naked with lesbians, the trampoline refused to support mother goose because she wore a(n) itsie-bitsy aardvark that didn't match with the punk skateboarder who skinned Shintock and who wore pink undies.

Although punk sucks, it sucks. Shintock sucks. Dominik sucks. Never kiss punks and drunk beer while masticating. Urinating! It might urinate on NOFX. That is because brownies produce diarrhea but gelatinous crap delights will consume garlic-eating Jews. Of course, goats implode spontaneously when scratched...