Eep Chongotuphah
Eep.... Chongotuphah! See no fate.
Chongo. A passengaaaaah!
Later that day, those same passengers became omnimiscreants, ambling and shuffling circumlocutiously about rantings of non-Platonic design.
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Surveillance cameroooooooah?
While observing secretly the drumming and throwings of the adamant congregation, both faithful and not, dubious Japanese belching contenders for cash prizes smelled Klingons. Nervously they thumbed their cufflinks and muttered about
He once made a bong out of some bamboo growing out back. The one with the fangs was suspiciously meaty smelling. Meaty... A swelling appeared, followed by bruising and a faint smell of meat. It was... a meaty... smell.
Sanctioning nontraditional redundancy balls and hippies muttering "Namaste" under their breath as they wander about the catatonic architecture of ♠₳¤ν♣¡
- Lurch?