Knox Aide Brand Reform

Some things need to be done quickly. Pittsborough nodded. He had a hankerin' for a bucket of Knox Aide brand reform. Nice losses there. Many of which had two or more DOS partitions and a side of parsley. Parsley always shook up the sea, since it took eleven and a half earth years to tape together your pontiac dog. Things were finer back then, greater, snazzier. You knew what you were getting and when you were getting it. That is the tome of squiggle fish enterprises. The train that everyone knew skewed along the plain, backing and forcing the docks into near-perfect squares. No one knew that it was going to be good, except those who were there during the last ceremony. Ancient lasting traditions were always strange in these parts. If they didn't keep your band in check you had to grab elastics to avoid a serious disaster.

Soon, it all fell into place, he felt, as to him it was over before it was really beginning to roll. Shakes, nails, butts, slacks, and everyone's photography went with it. He was right down to it, you know, because of the necks that caved in one after another. Soon the whole of the docks had no bean paste. Good things were messing up the county and bad things were even more related to child rape than before. PC is CP backwards, after all. The committee had to apologize to Ainsley's band of thugs, much to their dismay, and they all learned that believing in your friends is important, even if they steal VCRs. DVD? No. That wasn't allowed anymore, because of the war and radiation from the pits from the bombs from the war. I am not comestible. Anyway, if you had a Korean person describe it to you, they would say that it was like a bird flying round inside a plane. Drunken nonsense, essentially. Not about the cards, though, that's a whole new shikigami.

Night fell asleep, and the birds and the frogs and the bears and the snakes and the cows all went back to their bomb pits. The cows got pissed after enjoying a quick shower in the rabbit's place. The water smelled like carrots and the shampoo smelled like turnips, which honestly was to be expected. However, the cows were too stupid to see it coming. They always wanted to smell like grass, being the monotonous, repetitive creatures they are, so they used grass shampoo. Wouldn't you know that both the snakes and the bears hated the smell of grass. They were carnivores, so they used special meat shampoo. The shampoo conflict went on for several light years until all of the animals finally decided to stop taking showers in each other's houses. That is gay anyway. I'd say it was the gayest thing ever if it wasn't for Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Yeah, I went there.

Soon the frog and the snake's plan came into play when the cats and dogs caught word of the debacle. They were moochers, you see. The depended greatly on the resources of others, so the news of the shower ban offended them. What were they to do, bathe in the hot springs with the chimps? They felt they were above this, being man's best friends and all. Thus, they organized a trial, the second in the history of the forest (Second to a rather confusing copyright situation in 1983, but that's another story). The frog and the snake saw this as an opportunity for a prank. While the other fools were quarreling in court, they headed into town and made all of the bath water in the forest taste like insects. Not the drinking water, though. That would be just mean.