A man whos pockets were made out of sandpaper sloshed his way through the rooms of the castle, eating bread by bread by bread until tacos were born in his pants. Man's sandpaper pockets scratched against the pants tacos and called to the millenium God pandas from the moon. Suddenly clothes hangers weren't that valuable to man, as panda's began to hunt rabbits in his eyes. "CLOVER!, CLOVER@!" he cried as he died, "In the yard sand well!" poop.

Seven doctor mind harvest.

Story about coffee

My favorite thought is a feeling, like the feeling of stealing
Or revealing a ceiling
Electricity, a thought in a wave of the gravedigging Dave
He sold his shoulder blade for check for a hundred dollars
And he sold dead bodies on ebay

It seems that gravedigging dave bought a hand grenade and a faceless shaver in the shape of a stapler that he used to smoke jews out in the graveyard to save all the jewels for himself and his savior (his stapler)

His sandpaper stapler ate all of his tapirs and shit on newspapers and raped other staplers. Until God Pandas came, and then he was dead.

Watch out for people named "THE TERMINATOR"

I think, in about 100 years time, people will look back upon your posts and see the hidden cryptic messages there, and then you will become the New Messiah.

Then we will be allowed to eat bread!

bread with chocolate spread?

That's what I said, ol choco-bread

could i have a tiger with my bread too? so we can frolic an play all day?

Under the snow and the winter rain, will soon come a panda and tiger I say

a panda and a tiger you say? well tomorrow i pray!

Purple maple syrple

are there any frogs to go with that?

Only tiger-frogs.

haha ok that'll do....

do they go ribbity-roar?

that sounded kind of scary.. but funny at the sametime.