ONE LAST DOSE OF RAOCOW

There's not really any logics here, is there?

This is confusopalooza!

Maybe I'll knock somebody on the head or something.  Or something.  Something is always good, or something.

Childrens are always dependable.

I can't fly away on the coattails of dreams and sorrows.

There's nothing to say about Yoshi, other than he is resistant to change.

There is a fish in a bubble, and that's how I define greatness.  And there's a trampoline in a marshmallow, and that's how I would define breakfast.

I don't want a napple that came out of my horse's rear end.  I may be unique in that sense, but I do have my principles that I wish to adhere to.

Join me next time where we go into a pig farm and laugh at them. Laugh at a pig, laugh at their misery.  It's very awesome.

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JEN, I OFFICIALLY ISSUE YOU A CHALLENGE.

I'm working on the Egyptian Epic; you write about the time they stuck up the Paradiso, back of Nassau Street, in Noo York four years ago.

Oh they're so LITTLE!  Simon all being just 24, and Roger of age commensurate -