Hey, How’s It Goin?
I am so so sorry you were late! It was totally all my fault! If I hadn’t stopped to rescue that turd from hitting the ground you would have never been attacked by the zebra viciously raging all over the dandelions peeking through the blackberry snarls. It was all a TOTAL misunderstanding. That cow was for SURE not using the cowthouse for his pooping needs. And there you go. The crux of it all. Cows are girls! It was a boys only cowthouse and she was doing right by all the rules until *I* came along and bungled the whole universe into oblivion. So, anyway, I’m sorry you were late. I hope your bride wasn’t too mad. She was soooo pretty! And you were soooooo smelly! Turd rescue is dirty business and I most certainly wasn’t going to soil my princess gloves over it!
Well, maybe next time things will go better for you. You really should consider getting a psychic to look at that bad luck star of yours. I mean that cloud following you around all day is a dead giveaway that it will always rain in your boots and rust your spurs and soak your hat in acid rain and melt it onto your thick skull. Remember last time? You lost all your hair. It was SO FUNNY! You looked like that dude on the tv driving the spaceship. You know. The one that talks with the funny accent and wears red footy pajama’s all day? What a weirdo! Hero my ass. Sorry, can I say ass in here? This IS the internet after all. Ass could be the one thing that sends your SEO into the dark web. I hear it happens when you aren’t even looking. Poof! Dark Web. Your site is suddenly hanging out with all the mischievious martians that no one talks about except all the people talking about them because Mars-henge confirming my theory that we did indeed hop from Mars to here because the campfire Sol is slowly burning out and it was getting COLD out there! We, as in the elite Celtic People’s of Mars. Not the rest of you boring people who can’t make red hair to save your lives. Well, ok, you get it from a bottle and a savvy hair expert colorizer person human professional. That’s why we took you with us. Celtic People of Mars saved all the Martians. Send them to Planet Earth. And soon we shall all be Venutian! I’m tellling you this is true. So True. So True you’re turning blue and you don’t know what to do because ha ha I have your shoe!
neener neener,
~ Michelle is fourteener
can’t sing your song
because it’s all wrong
when you bang on the gong
and the dude isn’t even finished speaking yet how RUDE!
but we can’t
leave you on
that note
no
this doesn’t have
any poetic
anything
just random
words in
goofball spacing
to send your senses
crazy racing