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When I was strange
by rajanpuri @ 2008-05-03 - 09:12:33

Today , I invented a new path in contemporary music chimage and seismic kitschwear products. A band named "Gluey's kind of fluey", and their new straight from the bowels of the heart album entitled the:
"Castration twins greatest Love Songs" combining reggae wisdom and the new wave of tupaware supremacy into one enormous binge of coded fitchwilliamness.
Often noted as the pioneers of the scented French croquet scene, which has now been promoted by a fellow companion of Lionel Richie, kicking Sam Junior of haslam descendance, it belongs.
A lady resembling a tiger yearning for sedimentary oil taxes for the youngens and tea for her parachuting father Dan the Glen. On seeing her I felt the compulsion to approach her. Having done so I courteously asked her "Look at my buttocks? Don't they look familiar. I shall say to you this in confidence" I said leaning closely beyond any boundary of polity or decorum that one is bound to realise in front of any stranger.
Softly, I say "They are rather peculiar yes. But NEVER irregular" "I ate a Bat for Breakfast, A rat for Lunch and a Cat for supper. After I sat on a mat to Purge the Fat. How am I feelin'?" I ask.
"Monkey dues are ready for the next coating of sugar" she said. She was obviously mad and wanted more than her fair share of Rajan pie than I was willing to give. I directed her to the nearest closet and asked her to count to infinity five times and to stand on one leg whilst doing so, in order to prevent any unforseen complications.
I have not seen her since, but I still suspect the cupboard and her are by now either well acquainted friends, or feisty rivals for the floors affection.
Her name was Barbara from Ohio and she was blond.

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