<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin.</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house.</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken because Humpty Dumpty</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken because Humpty Dumpty crushed his foot</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken because Humpty Dumpty crushed his foot while singing</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken because Humpty Dumpty crushed his foot while singing "What Child Is This?"</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken because Humpty Dumpty crushed his foot while singing "What Child Is This?" Totally irked, he</p>
<p>Once upon a crap a man dunked a pot of silver down a well. Screaming on key of C#-minor arpeggio, poco lento, he serenaded Mozart who smacked him in the face. Dancing with Wagner who was rotting, he proposed con amor to the daughter of the Phantom mysterioso, the enigmatic kidnapper who murdered "slowly, gently, as night unfurls its splendour" and stalked Poe all the way into the creepy House of Usher up the stairs splattered with blood and college brochures and dead students groaning offkey on an organ belonging to Bach and another bunch of scary people. Suddenly, his head fell off. Howling, he stumbled down the staircase that popped up magically infront of him. With a wail he shrieked like a girl, who had eaten a cookie filled with magic butter that wriggled and churned like a dinosaur in his large, stained, wonderful diaper that glowed red from the red-shift phenomenon reflected in his occipital lobe stinging his neocortex. Suddenly, his amygdala died, causing rigor excitedis, causing him to jump into the ionosphere and suffocating as radio signals incinerated his optical cones and fire flamed his open axons into dust. Numerous amounts of beta particles danced wildly upon his furrowed brow. Then he took off his pants and sang the soprano version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a thumbtack up his five gay mistresses and crackers dancing like crazy on a podium made out of green vanadium pentoxide which started a 99% concentrated acid rain by its catalyst effect. He then jumped off an imaginary cliff with his imaginary friend whos name was Lieutenant Scheisskopf, the sixth-sixth nephew of Attila the Hun and the four thousandth descendant of Zoroaster who believed he was God's caduceus. He bore his grandmother's stuffed vulture tophat with a red star protruding from the tongue that sang Red Army revolutionary songs. Then he woke up. A voice said, "My Bolshevik comrade, let us nuke Americanskis." Without another thought, he got up and started jazzercising simultaneously eating pumpkin pie down the pearly bowl of doom playing Fantasia Impromptu by Chopin. Puking wildly on a lotus of the Bodhisattva, he made for the nuclear arms in Cinderella's house. He slipped on some californium and fell spread-eagled on a chunk of baklava and rotisserie chicken because Humpty Dumpty crushed his foot while singing "What Child Is This?" Totally irked, he cavorted</p>