Kuhn wrote a book...
He wants you to give it a look.
Apples flying spaceships, there are no aliens!
But there actually are aliens and they're Episcopalian.
Santa Claus hits babies with a baseball bat.
They explode and turn into boxes of cinnamon ginger snaps.
Fuel cars of the world on owls. Owls aren't friends, they're fuel.
Then they'll finally score "acceptable" on the annual board reviewal.
Every time you eat a clock, you make physics cry.
Ever seen a pinecone throw a rock into the ocean on it's first try?
Kuhn and Skully Mendicks have a small home out in England.
They're the unofficial Queens of England, swirly men dig them.
They stole a bus, a flower, a pebble and a sandwich.
They tried to invade Fuckingham Palace... oops.
They meant for Buckingham, but Kuhn wrote it down wrong.
I'm not sure what Fuckingham Palace is, but they ended up there....
That really fucked up this whole written. Thanks a lot Kuhn.
I was telling a tale of mystery magic and fun.
But you had to ruin it again, didn't you? You made Skully cry.
But not from his eyes... his vagina never lies.
So how about the two of you go morph into mashed potatoes.
and spend the rest of your lives reviewing snacking tomatoes.
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Originally Posted by Dadiator
