Friday, June 12, 2009

Bees in the Horse Racing Track

*"Its so dark in here, you can't see me think anything",

*"And then a maroon ship flew across the uterus until a baby was thusly born"

*"Well upon the great plant of life, four paint globules fell upon its leaves and ran down its stem into the ground. Upon which a baby potato was born, "arrrrrr I'm a baby potato", Then Sir John Smith, cut it up, dried it out and sprinkled it with flavoured salt and thus... Smiths Chips".

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