Crabbing Flourence

I am not available for cycling. I do not care how many times you ask me about cycling, I shall not accept the invitation. For they are honorable men. The number of times you ask me about cycling does not equal the quotient of gravitation on the number of hamburgers could be cooked at a given time. Because Brutus is an honorable man. Can not be'eth time for in the west eagle coast? Can one be not for the time being that is of existence? I glare in thy general direction thrice, thus nearing the cactus. Frouf, that is not the question. It isn't a question in any sense, in fact. Frouf, in reality, is a collection of letters, bonded by codes, and separated with small spaces.

The matter that needs addressing is the matter that needs a dressing, dressed in a dress of ranch dressing. That matter is the fact that we have not yet come to a consensus about whether we should call eyebrows eyestaches or mustaches mouthbrows. It's one or the other, Harolds, you can't postpone this meeting any longer or we'll have to make some sort of joke about the fiscal cliff.

Four score and four score and four sceven years a scoge, our fore score fathers and four GO HOME LINCOLN YOU'RE DRUNK

No, see, this is the sort of thing that we talked about last time it was 2014. We filled the swimming pool with chocolate milk, let it ferment, and threw seventeen people over the fence. If you're going to keep ignoring procedure like some weird guy named Lemonjello who isn't even a part of this caravan, I'm going to have to ask you to please leave the premises. But take this umbrella. I really wish my face wasn't a face but instead a bowl of freshly steamed vegetables.

At least the Onion Fairy of Yore noticed that her nose was twice as large as that one guy's nose who had a larger nose than the Onion Fairy of Yore had before she noticed it was larger than that guy's nose. I believe she lived in Flourence. Not the Italian version. The one dominated by the cooking utensil flour. She knows it too. Like, before the Sixty-First Crusade, there was only one type of cooking utensil. And that was watered down paint. It was really bad. I had some yesterday. And I pooed in space.

-Griffin and Polio_Bear