Random Emails Backlog

Aha my mexican hat-dancing friend you do not yet truly realise the Gravitational potential energy of levitating meatballs which fiendishly growl as cbeebies arrives in its big white van with the evil intent of taking over the world which really, if you think about it, is not quite unlike the heterophony produced when 6.25 Trousers exude the elenge of the sky.Take that hibrow don't i don't that pirate is eggy bread. What the heck i have 4 free periods in a row and am bored. The agents are everywhere yet are not eveywhere because you see the red nasal hair expunges five trillion micro piggies in ten star trek gallons. Bite the wax tadpole! I think school is one giant conspiracy, Ms Learmonth isn't really Ms Learmonth but a giant evil rotating teddy bear with beady eyes instead. Animorphicus must attack the half Roman half Gaul fort to expel the oncoming waves of German door to door salesmen who for the sake of argument have swapped their suits for luminous green spandex bodysuits with large oval ear beansprouts.

Well that yellow turnip should do well in Eaton I thought to myself nicely when my rather inept train of thought was abruptly severed not quite completely and was left hanging in the air rather ANNOYINGLY. Yes but the german lens party diverges in a manner not unlike the western persian ninja monkeys of south southhampton.

What is the purpose of croutons anyway? I think they are the mental block to the secret few who hold their meetings out in the open. Do you ken my mate ken ken? What a mindless rabble the cobblestones digested today! I tried to persuade them to take up a mindless game of upside down chess, but they declined rather politely, and i took offense. Flee the mindless eskimo reflecting on the partial authenticity but yes.... Last night at 8 in the morning i was struck by lightning, but was i really? My mind told me that Winston Churchill was doing a book signing at Ottakars and I reluctantly reclined reclusively reliant on the rabid reference to russian roulette rodgers. I told that milkman never come round here again i said, trying to force milk into my fridge, or i'll break into your car and leave a rolling pin on the seat!!!!!!! Utterly destroyed, the milkman shattered into several million jigsaw pieces and proceeded to start a mexican hat dance in my hair. I asked my left arm one day if chicken didn't exist what would everything taste like? It replied that a printer error had ocurred and if it was attatched to a printer to try reconnecting it. Just as i did so a giant flip flop the size of a cold, long, short, mountain appeared, said "Oh damn, not again!" and flew away.
Randomity isn't a curse, its a state of mind and a way of life.
Hi-ho silver!! Keep the hairball.

Alex