Err, fuck.
I was sure I was Fifth Element or, at the least, Fantastic Voyage. Ah well. Hmmmm, I suddenly have the craving to fling bananas at errand boys. You know, the type sent by grocery clerks.
Under the bones of the sky she splinters into inadequate words
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Hmmm, I suppose there's some truth to your little blurp, as there is to mine; I'm the movie, Mr. Smith goes to Washington. I've never seen it but the blurp fits.
You might want to cut back on soda if you keep blurping like that.
Sorry, couldn’t help it. Plus, apparently, I'm a Nazi. I think the word you were looking for was “blurb.”
Auf Wiederschauen! :-d
You do have a lovely sunset there.
Sorry about that: my removed comment was simply a repeat of the original one. I think Uncle Saddam liked the sunset, too.
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