Flabersack Rumblebump: More meaningless drivel

Seven more seconds of this and we would be in real trouble Mrs. Duck Ah-Lah-Wrong. Lights on routers run and hide than come back to say hello literally tens of times in only seconds. There are these little ones, they have 3 feet and they need them too. They run along phone stringamajigs holding loose leaflets and pornography and stock quotes and blog postys about how Mom and Dad are being so lame and Skoo Sux. They do it so fast, OH SO FAST! They really need a rest. I believe they have some vacation time coming up.

Some worms I know(well, I guess only kind of know. There friends with a beetle I know) were just chillin' playing some veedyah JAMES and out of noplace FLOOD OH EFF! They ran to the side walk and it was not much better there either. Large sacks of Arg Warg falling and landing with a deadly sploosh and blood oh the blood oh the blood. As would be expected, we decided to take the whole wagon trail to the red dirt mountains and camp for a spell. Wouldn't you know it, noisy dragonflies on motor bikes dinkin dinkin dinkin booze.

Oh by the way, did you know most horses will take herbs when mixed with molasses or honey or sweet tarts or molasses or molaholaMOMO? Many times a brew with strong tasting herbs can be disguised with black currant syrup or honey or a fake mustache, particularly if cider vinegar has been added. No really. No money no honey they say. No honey no slap and rhinos. I really think next quarter will be more profitable. Please Mr. stock holder, my I have my genitalia back? I was gonna, ya know. *chuckle chuckle chuckle* Oh dear.

Meaningless drivel, please disregard.

I blame you. All of you. By all of you I mean me as well. Can't we all just get along? *giggle snort* You want and want and takey take and mine oh me. I want to see the world of space ships teleporty beemos and all that hoopylah. What's that? Oh dear it's a Socialist in our midst! STAB STAB STAB! Wait, perhaps no stab. That could get us in trouble.

Lets just sit back and listen to the oh so low boom de bump of the bass drum as it thuds out its syncopated rythem in a looped manner. Perhaps an off beat, oh snap time change! 3/4 can you handle this? Watch your flats on the flats and sharps son least you jump a half step and folly into a Acid Jazz solo.

And while I'm on the subject, where the hell is Bobby? He played keys and had a beard every now and then. We smoked cigarettes days before he danced off on his religious endeavor to... Kansas? When he came back he was different, that is to say he was exactingly the sameINGLY. Beard was back as well. We caught him ordering a scandalous video from the television at about 3 in the MOR NINE. Poor Bobby.

At least we have Ol' bunk. That is to say Buck. That is to say Cakes. I hear he is getting good at the guitar and may even have a song for us to chuckle. Wait have I got off topic? Ill get back on topic. If I get too much sun in the Bahamas can I be on the Topic of Cancer in the Tropic of Cancer? Oh sides oh dear. Anyhoo... As I was mumbling. This orange juice is quite delightful.