i'm typing tis revuew while hoppen on a pogo-stick at catastrofically slow speeds, in fakt i'm hardly hoppen at all. my lobotomist wiggles beside me with his iibrows as he's chekin his fone. g2g!!
I'm writing this review in a non-yellow submarine traveling at supersonic speeds. My therapist suspends above me with jump ropes as he's reciting Treaty of Versailles in Scandoromani with a Japanese accent. He is injecting me with lethal doses of epinephrine. I feel ambiguously content for the first time in minutes like the time I read Mark Leyner.
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