So I welcome you, and the pinkish substance, poorly formed together, thing you all call brain, into my railings of thoughts and subtle thinking.
Don't you hate it when you present a laughworthy joke and no one seems to understand you because somehow, someway, they're all living through a piece of wood and a flat stone? I do.
Now why won't they understand me? Is it because of their lack of general nonsenseness? Or being mentally handicapped? Or they're just that mainstream, and won't look outside past Lady Haha?
Now what I perceive as a high grade living dominion, or a soul mate, is that someone would understand what I toss out, in general, and in lackluster comedy.
Nuff said. Still living. Eat philosoraptor. He's a genius.
