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| Welcome to the very strange page. Before entering, be sure you zip up your fly and floss your teeth. If not, cats may start to bite your ankles. Speaking of ankles, my friend likes to write poetry. His name is Shakespeare. He has a weird name. It sounds like milkshake. You can't really make milkshakes, you know. Cows don't fit into blenders. Speaking of blenders, Christmas has become no more than a month-long commercial selling point. Easter eggs have nothing to do with Jesus, and I feel hungry. Speaking of hungry, bullet ants are very dangerous. they grow up to four inches long, and their poison makes their bites feel like being shot. Hence the term "bullet ant." However, they only live in South America. Speaking of South America, chairs are amazing pieces of architecture. They are small, lightweight, and yet they hold up hundreds of pounds. Imagine a two-hundred pound person standing on your head. The chair doesn't care! Speaking of chairs, I find it strange that scientists know what's in space millions of lightyears away, and we still don't know what lives in our own oceans! Speaking of oceans, I can make Kirby dance. <(','<) ^(',')^ (>',')> ^(',')^ <(','<) ^(',')^ (>',')> ^(',')^ <(','<) ^(',')^ (>',')> |
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