and then the silly porcipine who thought that the inflatable chair would
  cause indigestion un knowingly reported that poop can only be seen through the
  ears of a man wearing a lime brown turban on the seventh of june and then he
  tore his clothers and lit his cat on fire with a radioactive subwoofer whos
  name was emma jean. then the infamous rock badger of bath married the wife
  of bath and shaved his rock badger toenails and started to jam on his
  collection of saved nert and ear wax. at the soubd of this sigmund freud
  thought that mitch was santa claus and then sat by the window of your
  thirty second floor and threw his lunch out the window just like the postmen
  from 'nam
  (this is dedicated to the poor souls who watched me kill all of the imagrants
  from the planet of the sea monkeys
 
  SO THE BRIGHT BLUE SAID TO THE ROCKBADGER (WHO WAS INCIDENTALLY GREEN)  THAT HE COULD ONLY BADGER AS MANY ROCKS AS THE PURPLE CAT SAID HE WAS ALLOWED TO. THE DIFFICULTY WITH THIS WAS THE MAILBOX MAN (COLOR UNKNOWN) HAD STOLEN ALL THE ROCKS IN THE WORLD AND PLACED THEM INSIDE THE BEAR WHO'S ANTI-GRAVITATIONAL SELF WAS SENT HURTILING THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE AT 6.02*10 ^23 MILES/SEC. CAUSING HIM AND THE ROCKS TO BURN UP IN THE ATMOSPHERE, TURNING INTO TACIONS AND IMPLODING IN SPACE, THE ROCK HAVE YET TO BE FOUND. AND THE ROCK BADGER WAS TURNED INTO A POLKA SINGING SUMO WRESTLER UPON THE EXPERIMENTATION WITH PLUTONIUM AS A FULL COURSE MEAL.
THE MAILMAN REMAINS AT LARGE, BUT NOT AS LARGE AS THE SUMO BADGER AND NOW YELLOW SELF.
  (this in dedication to all those who died in the US-Canadian war)

  So, what your saying is that if a rock badger jumps to a hieght of 56.7 km and
  the large brick of cheese dance the can-can while wearing unbelievable large
  bras, then the moon must think that the universe must be composed 32 moles of
  unevolved belly-button lint (nert), which cause alpha centarie to out of
  alignment with hank's left pointy eyebrow that is directly proportionate to
  the amount urine the homosexual beaver have tossed onto the middle big toe of
  hairless three toed sloth named derrick. or do you mean that if a stick of
  deorderant is flung thru the stratosphere and hits the eiffel tower at a 33
  degree angle, all of the polycarbonate lenses in chicago will fuse together
  into a lump of filthy pig jowels that are inverse to the amount of tea in
  china times the number of woof-woofs(dogs) that ungk (cave pagani) has turned
  into soft pillowcases.

  The problem with polycarbonate lenses is that the antilope like to lay down
  the dead man's hand in poker because it releases the transgressional anger
  held by the armadillo that is upset because of the humoid tendancy to place
  the fenders of cars right at the height of the leaping vertex of the armadillo
  and rock badgers. Mad cat likes the height though for it is he that likes to
  call his mommy tinky and his daddy winky when they are hit by the fender being
  that he is no more than a misbreed of the rock badger and armidillo. The only
  problem with the triangle is that the little people of the planet trio whose
  sign is the triangle seem slightly less intimidating when being questioned of
  their sexuality by the many fish of the universal commitie of flounder.
  Gibsonite is ok but blaberingington is better. being that it is better.
 
  i was once called a doodlydoo but than i joined a militia full of rabid liitle
  googly goos and i ran through a big red house fool i mean full you hey you
  shut up i am not a f%#$' $^%?^#@@ (%&%^$&^%*^ (*%*$*% fool. yeah you can
  just suck my medium sized avalanche of turnip sprouts and than you can join
  a militia full of slimy but still boney toilet cleaners and than you can go by
  the affectionate pet name of Blarf. than you can join the mafia under the the
  alias of a a mouse pad no i am not going to sell you my front lawn. i think
  that a baloney sandwhich is better bthan a cow that is walking around on the
  frozen tunfra of Cambodia wearing soccer balls that were made in Minesota by a
  wrestler posing as a turtle with a purple shell who goes by the title of Jim's
  lanclady/ mistress/ shofer/ igga bizzer/ pet rodent of unusual size. P.S.
  poopy

  the massive wrestler with the purple shell has mental lapses whenever the
  silly roman kids with the cinder blocks like to tease wise hippies. But then
  the giant bear likes to cry about things that are really funny so that he can
  say that he has a complex so everybody thinks that he turned out better than
  he really did. but then the problem arises that when the bear has a coranary
  disease and needs a heart pump, with none to be found his anti gravitational
  self causes him to be thrown from the earth at 6.02*10^23 miles per second
  causing him to instantly turn into tacions and become alive again going back
  in time but is then met by the vacuum of outer space and implodes and dies for
  good. also causing one massive headache.

  so when the turtle steps on the cat the professor decides that this is not
  possible b/c noodles are science fiction. So when the animal crackers start
  to attack the milk man the silly people start to look a little more normal.
  Then the bookmarks decide to attack the books b/c they feel that they are
  being used by the mad goats who like to lie on the back of trucks and get
  cinder blocks thrown at them. all this while little ants like little cups of
  sugar with a nat's volume worth of tea that is whatever variable of many
  particle and gamma rays that taste like coffee.