(*except its only about ours and not yours. Read documents carefully before accepting at face value)
Prickly B is very tensed. Groans at the state of War Against Rebels*.
(*Rebels being those who refuse to be subjected to the non-tyrannical regime offered by United Salvation of All)...<--(The Universe butts in to comment rationally on the stupidity exhibited by the 'natives' who refuse give up their sovereignty to a man who clearly knows what he's doing, with their resources.) Gehu then enters the rooms and proceeds to gently run a comb through her hair. (Excuse me, its a brush. The satellite coverage, which spends the larger part of its existence covering their hugely interesting actions, is a little blurry). She ignores Prickly B and dreams of travelling the world. At that exact moment, somewhere over the rainbow, Leno hires a bunch of homeless people to imitate them. The world roars with laughter as it witnesses what it believes to be incompetent people voted into power by an incompetent public. The preciseness of the thoughts is clarified by the world meaning a dark haired girl sitting in India and judging the universe. She is later tracked down by the FBI (Finders of B***** Indians) and shot in the head with a cracker via a parrot but thats another story.
There is a momentary lull as time ticks by and rapists, murderers and criminals of other petty crimes go about their daily business.
The person writing this immesely powerful (and moving) piece shudders in her pink puffed up slippers as she pictures the hail of crackers that would follow the ghastly revelations which are currently and ultimately pointless. After a few more seconds of breathless breathing, a decision is taken to continue this journey on a later day. So thats a wrap folks. You have been the privileged audience to the great workings of some of the brightest minds of our times (also popular due to extensive use of A.S.S scrub which guarantees 'brightness'...must be a weird coincidence) It is assumed that you will be around to read more or else falling TRPS (There aRe People Somewhere) will ensure the fast and painful death of this perspective altering segment. Here is where we part and i freshen up my 'natural-look' make-up. Adios.
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