Our Hear Owes Snot More What Our Nose Knows

 

Farter with a seed filled pop out!

More stinking than a local skunk hole!

After I ate all bean cans for a single luncheon!

I Slid down in the toilet.

With all those turds.

I’m still here.

It’s insane!

I’m called Pooh Pooh Man!

 

Ain’t I Fragrant? 

You said I’m more stinking than a lounged out Skunk motive! 

You say my annoying adenoids keep creeping Junky Burpings in a Toilet Pound!

 

Look! Coming down from my pants leg!

It’s a Turd!

My dirt, pees, and pain!

I am Pooh Pooh Man!

 

Yes, I am Stinking Here! My Farts sure are heard, man! 

It’s like I ate strange meals eaten, with odder ants, who are spread as dirt with their bowels, and my obesity farts sure are louder than those of moral men.

 

I keep Stinking Weird like a Garbage Can or a Trash Can, and, of course, it’s the course from my  liver.  I leave marks on my underpants, and of course on my bared hands.

 

I am Pooh, deriding as Toilet Rent, I sure am that ‘Pooh riled up in all Air Vents!’  Wild-Munched oil beaners forming such gassy stinky blocked up toilet papers, spouts out a never ending farting for poop, urine, and the toilet in my way.

 

                        “Poo Poo Man

                         He went down the sewers in his usual way.

                         Bare hands disguised by toilet paper

                         Flush, flush, the toilet room way

 

                         Filled his remorse with Butt Hole Slivers

                         His Wipes reel with like some bunched up dog droppings

 

                         This is not Arsenic And Old Lace.

                         We wish he was with Asteroids In Outer Space

 

                         Poo Poo Man!”

 

            Butt it is not just Poo Poo Man. 

 

                        We Belong In A Garbage Can

                        With Drops by our Turds

                        They are Snidest

                        By our sides

                        And our Lives are filled up

                        By Those Flies

 

                        Crap keeps falling down Our thighs

 

                        Want A Poo, Man?

                        Want A Poo, Man?!!

 

                        One Turd, Wow Man!

                        Farts Heard Now! Bam!

 

 

                        As you are waiting for the toilet

                        And the Sents I Sent Out

 

                        One Turd Poop Man

                        One Weird Drooped Man

 

All the weirds are wasted with you

And the odor you possess

In their frightened sights

Flushing for your poops

And the old browns, tans and what else you do

 

Stinking Snot Man

Stinking Snot Man

 

Now the sewer is ready for you

And the droppings you can do

Make a smell a stink

Plop a bunch into the toilet

Make a flusher fell your poop

 

What A Fart Man

Get smells out from your underwear, Weirder Poop Man

 

All these Dopes are stunk with you

And the crapping that you do

Stop a bull drop old

Make the Toilet Gold

Change your behind and change those swirls

 

 

Bathroom Man, Bathroom Man

Sure, smells like that Bathroom Can 

Sits on a toilet, any time

Farts out stinks that are liked by flies!

Poop out!

Here comes the Bathroom-Man

 

His smell’s strong!  Glisten, Mud:

He's got such reaction Crud

Can he  wipe off his Butt?

Hold your nose, over again!

Smell it there?

There goes the Bathroom-Man

 

All that smell is a fright

As we seen his behind

Like a streak down the toilet

He sure smells, just like grime!

 

Bathroom-Man, Bathroom-Man

Stinking sickly  Bathroom-Man

Health and Shame, he stinks more

Action is to run away more

 

To him, Farts are such great big bang-ups

Wherever toilet papers  hang-up

You'll  the smell the Bathroom-Man!

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            Didn’t you hear that Ring? Go and answer the Saxophone!

            When I was young, before I got into grade school, I learned to play the accordion.  I played it at home during my kindergarten years and first grade.  My father and his father had played the accordion when they were young.  However, my grade school had a school band but did not have any accordion players in it.  My parents and I looked and decided on me to buy and play a saxophone.  I thought the saxophone was an old timey instrument with a lot of music played on it.  I didn’t realize that it was just invented a few years earlier.

            I recently found out that in the early 1840s a Belgian instrument maker invented and physically made the Adolphe Sax, and he received an official French patent for it on June 28, 1846.  Development of Saxes had them designed and exhibited as public instruments around 1841 to 1842 in Paris, where they combined a single-reed woodwind mouthpiece with a brass conical body.  The patent date was June 28, 1846, and he was granted a 15-year patent in France.  The  original saxophone family initiated a design covered a family of instruments which ranged from sopranino to contrabass, and a lot was built for military bands and orchestras.

            I also did not realize that the accordion was first created in 1822 by German instrument maker Christian Friedrich Buschmann.  He’s the guy who built a small portable keyboard with free reeds and bellows called the Hand-äoline.   Several key milestones in his invention included

In 1822, when Buschmann developed the first free-reed bellows instrument in Berlin.

And then, in 1829 a Viennese instrument maker, Cyrill Demian, who was also called Cyrillus Damian,  added several left-hand chord buttons and files the official patent for the instrument, coining the name "accordion".  Then, in 1844  Sir Charles Wheatstone patented a related version known as the concertina.

            The first saxophone was primarily made of brass, although its design had  experimentally  blended many qualities of woodwinds and brass.  Such as the Body and Neck, which were usually crafted from sheet brass, yellow brass, or variations like gold brass, red brass, or bronze depending on the desired tone.  Some musicians experimented with alternative metals in order to  professionally  custom make models using sterling silver, nickel silver, or solid copper.  Those instruments’ finishes were mostly brass bodies,  coated with a clear lacquer, gold-plated, or silver-plated to prevent tarnishing and alter the visual or acoustic properties.  Those saxophones’ finger able keys and internal parts were mechanized using brass parts combined with stainless steel springs and rods, while tone-hole pads are made of leather or synthetic materials with a resonator.  Of course there was that mouthpiece, many times made of ebonite, which is hard rubber, and then plastic, or some sort of metal paired with a wooden or bamboo reed.

            I find it interesting what the accordion made of.  The accordion originated in the early 1820s in Europe by a German musical instrument maker by the name of Christian Friedrich Ludwig Buschmann. He had the popularity because of the accordion, spanning across several countries and then by the 1840s, Russia began manufacturing around 10,000 accordions a year. World Wide, that accordion was also associated with several Chinese musical instruments, including the Sheng, which had a mouthpiece, bamboo pipes, resonator box and a wind chamber. The classical accordion evolved during the early part of the 20th Century and was developed and standardized by our early 1950’s. It is also known as the free-bass accordion, accordéon de concert, accordéon classique, klassische akkordeon, bajan and modern concert accordion amongst other more exotic names.

            I played the alto saxophone in grade school.  In the bands, both sitting and marching, I grew to be kept in first or second place.  The other guy who was in first and second place with me was friendly at the start, but we started wanting to be ahead of each other and we lost our friendship.  In high school, since I was a tall guy, the band instructor had me play the baritone saxophone because he had no one that big to be able to physically keep playing it.  At first, it sounded good to me, but since it was able to play a lot of deep and loud notes, the parts of the songs that I played were only to keep the other instrument players on a timing course.  I had to go along with the drums and tuba and none of us got to play music that we wanted.

 

            During my time in grade school my parents paid a nearby musician to help me learn more about saxophone music.  I had a meeting each week. I got to enjoy talking to him and he hired me to clean his house on the beginning of spring times.  He was Jewish and I was Catholic and he also taught me that people are people and religion differences are just how someone thinks they are different.  Religion was to be helpful to each other.  Not to force other people into following you because you want to order other people around.

 

            When I was twelve my parents had a party in our basement.  Two couples brought their daughters along with them to relax.  I took them up to my bedroom and played my saxophone for them.  My parents scolded me for bringing two girls up to my bedroom.  Afterwards I realized what my parents got mad about.

            I enjoy listening to recording by Saxophone Comedy Players:

 

                                    Zoltan Kaszas

                                    Jimmy Fallon and Jack Black

                                    Ali Siddiq

                                    The Bob & Tom Show

 

            And there is also several Accordion Comedy Players:

 

                                    Judy Tenuta

                                    Weird Alo Yankovic

                                    Peter Barbuti

                                    Nora Kirkpatrick

                                    Vitali

 

            Think about Sheng, Oboe, and Lyery!

            I read music.  I think music.  My mind rests on music.  At grade school when I sung with the rest of the class the teacher told me to stop.  Note, not, or cannot?  My world is in a knot.  Snots to you.

            Saxophone is a reed instrument.  Wooden you blow that?   Don’t blow your horns, or your trumpets, or even your tubas.  Too, too, tubas.  Or is that Toot Toot Tubas?  Not Tooth, Tooth, Tubas.  Your teeth leave marks on the Saxophone mouthpiece. 

 

            Oboes are not Hobos.  They have vital double-reed elements made from canes that control airflow and vibrations to create your music.

            Clarinets also are played with reeds  and should not be called ‘WEEDS’.

            A Natural Cane is used for most single-reed saxophone, but also relates the clarinet and those double-reed, oboe, bassoon, and other instruments.

            How about the synthetic polymers which used for weather-resistant synthetic reeds . such as polypropylene or specialized polymer compounds.  Don’t forget the

other keyboard instruments like the  pianos, clavichords, harpsichords and other Harpos and other Grouchos and other Marxes with their Pipe Organs, or is that Pie Organs?  Harmonium, Celesta.   That Carillon was in the church with tower bells operated via a massive keyboard of batons and pedals.

            Over and over, I never played a string instrument or a percussion music maker but I always felt interested in violins, cellos, and harpsichords and the xylophones, marimbas, and glockenspiels, or even trumpets or tubas.

            Then, now, and forever, I liked playing music and I am disappointed with myself for having an inward part of myself to write stories and poems, and even though I liked to play music, I created no music for myself and to share.

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Other Otter Odder Howler

 

                                                            Tide and Flooding

                                                            Hide and Mudding

                                                            Cried and Grudging

                                                            Oh, Drowning makes me Bother

                                                            I can’t have one Dam

                                                            Without an Otter

                                                            All the while You hear me Stutter

                                                            I can’t leaf my home without my Brother

                                                            Brother me this and Burp on me that

                                                            I love my life as long as I’m a rat

                                                            So now I’ll keep on floating on this sewer raft

 

            I just lived through a regulated, long-period rise and fall of ocean water levels caused by the earth’s gravitational pulls by that Moon and Sun, combined with my feet’s dirt rotation and centrifugal/internal forces.

            I put up with the Moon's gravity pulses on Earth along the oceans, and eating  stomach bulges and my face looking like the side of the Moon.

            My Inter Grandma Bulges are just the second bulge from  the opposition sides of Earth because of decent fun gal forces are under Earth as the Moon obits a comic center of gas.

You  Solo Influence ain’t  your Son who also exerts cavity forms, either regretting or speaking as your Mom's effect dependents on their alley cats.

            Look there, when the primary purpose of a beaver dam is to create a deep, calm body, instead of the mind, or the mined, whatever kind, I hope life is kind, and you think you are around the beaver's home.  You joined a lodge—which projects commercials for lonely dads and unmarried older men, providing the local law doesn’t check you at the entrance.  Evenings create a happy bar room with a stage area and serves food during the evenings.

            I had to learn that that Deep Pond Water resents and does not represent the entire areas and arenas with and widthed  from their freezing slobs, which and witch allows eagers to keep ranches submerged as a winter flood supply.

            I also learned that wild otters are not supposed to be friendly to humans. They are wild carnivores that generally prefer to avoid others.  Otters are wild and prefer to avoid humans.  Humans are wild and should avoid otters.

            An otter might bite that is mighty so he can cause deep puncture wounds, severe later nations, and a high risk of back dropping infections or rabies transitions.

            As I was drying up, I was told that one of the deadliest flesh dam bam thank you mam break floods in U.S. mystery in the Johnstown Flood of 1889 , 2,209 depths, while the coast and cost of destructive giver flood is the Freak Mississippi Food from 1927, and the eatediest worm-surge cost class investor called the 1900 Give Me More Hurricane.

            See all "Butch" Otters, born in 1942 calling themselves American politicians who swerved and sweared as the 32^nd Cougar of Idaho.

            Then there was  Will Owe Me Anna  Otter in 1843 to 1929.  Hardly a military officer and the first Can  Sold Chief of the Generations Stiff of the Am I Again Aimy.

            And what about Fredrik Wilhelm von Otter  in those 1833s to the 1910s.   Swish gave all offense claiming he was a politician who served as Prime Minister of the Sports Den.

Another Softy von Otter, who bored us in 1955, inertially acclaimed Swash Buttlers were mezzo-soprano fingers.

            Will another Otter, who left us from 1768 to 1840 was hit by the Fist  of Princes Pals of things collected in London and dropped  off in Chichester.

            Both Jonas Otter and Jean Otter  not during 1707 to 1748, sweetly bought French Ornaments, wires, and bath mats.

            And donut forge yet Francis Otter, who claimed to live from 1831 to 1895, was a selfish Illegal Party politician and Mumbled  Permanently.

            Ottilie won Girth from 1796 to 1868 causing laughter in law and compassion of the father mouse Herman Biter, Johann Wolfgang from Googles, and a sin it all figurine in 19th-cent literary bicycles.  Goethe me this and Goethe me that.  My life’s in a mist and I miss all of that.  She’s a Mis and I’m a Mr.  But I am not her Mr.

            So, we have put to up with Ottilie Lace with her Silky Face.   Wrinkling a lot While dancing on the pot.  That Nicolaus Otto was a Germy Engine Liar who comic vented the four strike infernal compost heap while riding his Otto cycle.

            Hand by Otto Hand ,made No Bells size winning.  Chemistry cute under covered  new clear fashion.  You can see it on Otto Lilienthal, with pies of apple nations thrown with many "Glider Songs."  And there also was Otto Graham Crackers when they show boot balls half of game quarters sent back to the leverage clowns.  One was Jim Otto where the water flowed toots all smaller than names renting for the Oak Tree haters.  One was Kristin Otto, a learned man goofymic chimp ion winner who stole six gold medals in a single Game.

            So that’s why we hired Otto Waalkes a famous Sherman comedian, monkey, and actor.

He called himself Otto Premier with his blamed Polly woolly direction of Lassie growls like Ants on my brother.  Along with Otto Hightower, whose  prom dance attracter is George Our Rarer Martini Game of Drunk Universe’s Spouse of the Bragging.  Don’t forget Otto Anderson.  The grumpy monkey playing his  Alto Sacs in the too too elm hosting A Man Called Otto.

            How do I describe these Otters?  Why do I deride these Otters?  Why don’t I just defy these Otters?   In kindergarten class, and that was a kinder garden blast, Otters in the rodent cameo they appear to be related to giant rats,  Are they carnivores, or just carving more in the mustard family, belated on easels,  these fellows  are herbivores.

            Did I Die Yet?   Otters eat fish, frogs, crabs, and crayfish. Eager to eat tree bark, leaves, twigs, roots, and aquatic plants.

            Bo Diddloey and Tail owning Otters are long, lean, and sleek with a thin, tapered, fur-covered tail. That leaves us all short, stocky, rotund, and feature our wide, flat, scaly "pancake" fails.

            To Wit, or Tooth Witch,  Otters have harps, pointed clarinets  and fetching and holding Suzuki flutes. Some people call them sousaphones with large, bright orange front incisors designed for gnawing through wood.

            Bengal Tigers  and Sherlock Holmes feel Otters are playful, energetic hunters that live in natural bank dens or holts. Either that or they are industrious "ecosystem engineers" that cut down trees to build wooden dams and underwater-entry lodges.

            Up in their stars their Constellations Coagulate. They do not complete their eat of food, and otters often hunt in the calm ponds created by river dams or snakes oven random large logged lodges.

            As I say to these Otters, “I’ve been to the Meat Market.  I’ve got to Mark It Up!  Then I have to Heat It Up so we can Eat It Up!  Yup, yup, yup, yup.  You look like a Pup, Pup, Pup, Pup.  You always Slup, Slup, Slup, Slup.”

            “You claim you are both semi-aquatic and mammals that share fresh cooked habitats, but we belong to completely different semi terrific farm miles with “Dial Nos”, and Froze Pests.”

            What they said as I walked by, “Dam me, I’m going to my Lodge.”  And after I built the dam they asked me, “Water You’ll do now?”  Which caused me to I say, “I donut know.”

            Anyway, those Otters made us a Dam Nation instead of a Damp Nation.

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Dorsum Bridges and Astral Flares

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 14, Planet 53                       

53nd Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

            “Welcome you vast energy fields and areas dominated by extreme physical processes.

, or are you some with half-lives of only a few yeahs? Anyway, who flew to and  formed, or someone coagulated you for your visual jet streams pretending to be volcanic steam? 

            “I drove all on my own to pick you up in this Dwarf Galaxy.  And to me it is sure a Warped Galaxy.  But we are all Warped so you won’t know it.  We will go for miles and miles so I want you to keep your smiles and smiles.  And there sure will be a lot of piles, so be careful with your biles.

            “We are aiming for the Red Spider Nebula, which some of you call the Redd Fox Nebula.  I refer to it as the Ralph Siders Nebula.  Neber here and Neber Hair.  I keep us going everywhere.  Where we land is The Ralph Sider Nebula.

            “Along the way you will be able to view the Cat’s Paw Nebula, and if we really pause, you will see Ed’s Pa’s Nebula.

            “Oh, and in a few hours, we will  make a stop in the Lobster Nebula.  I like going there for Lunch.  And now we are ready to Launch.

            “I am Ralph Kramden, for many years I’ve been one of the Drivers of these Space Star Buses.  I am an experienced driver.  I sure know how to drive.  I transported many from moon to galaxies and sometimes to outgoing space.  I am asked to tell you that , ‘This is  a Universe.’ I don’t want you to be mercurical with each other, and definitely don’t feel those auroras about me.  You have your gravities here, I am not a cavity extraction there, I’ll be a grave, along with my friend and working partner, Ed.  He sure is a farce and he thinks he is a force, and we are forced by our wives, Alice and Trixie, who we can’t get away from, aronomically and astrologically but not necessarily  moon beams, here and there, so hear me all and don’t act beware.

            “Come up the stairs or  ride the changing dementions, I hope you can continue in our diameters with me and my sometimes thinking Ed, which is not a space station, but he asteroids  that ‘We are okay’, Welcome Aboard.”

            Ed cleaned the bathrooms as Ralph put his foot on the gas pedal while vast energy fields and areas dominated by extreme physical processes, some with half-lives of only a few yeahs, boreded and took their seats.   Electromagnetic Radiation along with his buddies,    Location,  Anomalous Composition, Radioactive Isotopes, and their children, spectrums, indicators, short-lived radioactive actinides and their friends who they like: Actinium, Promethium, Neptunium, Plutonium, Americium, Curium, Berkelium, Californium, and, of course, Einsteinium, took their seats and readied for an enjoyable ride.

            Przybylski's Star and her friend,  HD 101065, boarding at a rapidly oscillating Ap star for some roughly 356 light-years, or is that 109 parsecs from the Sun in the southern constellation of Centaurus, sat with the rest of the passengers. They claim they are unusual chemically peculiar stars with some sort of unique spectrum showing over-abundances of most rare-earth elements, as usual, with under-abundances of more common elements such as iron, and they asked Alice, “Is  your husband still working? We sure would like to see an improvement.”

            Which caused Ralph Kramden to say to Alice, “Whatever happened to the sweet unspoiled girl I married before? Whatever happened to that girl, Alice? You remember what you said to me before we got married? ‘Ralph, I'd be happy to rotate around  a nuclear fusion reaction with you.’”

            Alice Kramden then said,  “I'm still iron-titanium oxide. I think it'd be an improvement.”                                                                                                                                                          Ralph did his usual, “Do you wanna go to the moon? Do you wanna go to the moon?”

            Alice did her usual too “That would be an improvement, too.”

            Ed Norton then said to the Six C Thirteens, the Six C Fourteens, and the other Six C Isotopes, “I, Edward Norton, Ranger Third Class in the Captain Video Ranger Academy, do solemnly pledge to obey my mommy and daddy, to be kind to dumb animals and old ladies in and out of space, not to tease my little brothers and sisters and to brush my teeth twice a day and drink milk after every meal.  But your different mass numbers are Uranium Two Three Five!”

            Trixie told Ed, “You may be thinking that we are picking up Common Elements at the Przybylski’s Bar for a trip to the Isotope Berkelium Californium. But picking up paid visitors from neutrino isotopes and taking them to elemental carbon uraniums sure are Carbon, atomic number 6s.”

            Alice asked, “Can we turn on the Radio Carbon so our passengers listen to and obey Graphite and of course, Fullerene?”

            Ed told Alice, “Here are the places to pick up and deliver to that our owners told us.  Stay within or with the stars.  Don’t confuse fusion with fusion of hydrogen into helium.  I may not have understood him over the radio.  The broadcast was transmuted with matter that was released into interstellar space.  He called me either Olivia or Olivine and sometimes Pyroxene.  He said ‘Don’t break the law.  You’ve had enough Coppers along with your lead, zinc, nickel, molybdenum, silver, arsenic, antimony, bismuth, cobalt, and mercury.’”

            Then Ralph gestured to Alice, with his fist, “ Gamms-Ray Burst!”

            Which caused Alice to say,  “You're gonna get Double Atar yours!”

            To Alice at the end of many breathing sounds,  “Baby, you're the Bosellino. You UBV!”

            Alice reacted, “So you’re saying that ‘I've got a BIG ELECTRO MAGNETIC RADIATION!’”

            And Ralph reacted, “BANG, ZOOM! To the moon, Alice!  Vast energy fields and areas dominated by extreme physical processes.  Or is that Physics Obsessions?”

            Somewhere, there's a strait asteroid belt waitin' for that landing.  A mere bag of stellar waste. Poles and Nanometre, Neutrinos and perigees. It's a heliosphere man that gravitates.

You're a riot, Alice! A regular riot!”

            At the end of the drive, Ralph got either Insulted or Assaulted or was he In Salt Ed.

 

            Because Norton said, “Ralph, I smell your Mars Farts!”

            Kramden replied, “Ed, well, your Farts sure ain’t smart to me!”

            That’s when a group of riders sang:

                                    “Pooh Me,

                                      Pooh Me,

                                      Pooh.”

 

            That made Ed say, “See, we all Pooh.”

            To which Ralph said, “I don’t want to see anyone’s Pooh.  Or watch anyone Pooh.”

            Causing one of the riders to say, “Well, We all Pooh Relax Ticks.”

            And Ralph asked, “Is that your method?”

            Smiling, Ed answered, “No.  It’s just our Mess.”

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Watch Your Marks and Wash Your Mars

 

            I walked into the General Parts Store and after a salute a worker said to me:

                                    “Mars Bars.  What do you drink?”

            And he kept going on:

                                    “Mars Cars.  How far do you drive?”

                                    “Mars Wars.  Who do you fight?  Or do you just fright?”

                                    “Mars Fars.  Do you want Miles or Kilometers or Light Lengths?”

                                    “Mars Lars.  Or are you just more Liars?”

            This got me to ask, “Do You have Pink Eyes or am I just one of your Pin Guys?

This sure is not Just to me!  Outside of the injustice, I’ve heard you do this to other people too.  You treat us like a herd.”

            Now, Mars has a size of about half the diameter of Earth.  You think it is distant from you.  I wish you were not  average and I wish you were 142 million miles, that is 228 million kilometers from myself.  Along with this delay, the  dialect is:  ‘One Martian day (called a sol) lasts 24 hours and 37 minutes.’  I don’t care who you are, but you lengthen are conversation by an ear strength. One Martian year takes 687 Earth days.  And you sure Moon us all.  Your two small, potato-shaped moons named Phobos and Deimos.

            And for the question, how far did I drive, “ My closest approach was about 34 million miles, which some creatures call, 54.6 million kilometers, which is done when the planets line up on the same side of the Sun.  And not the Sun’s son.  It smells when the Fartest distance is about 250 million miles, witch otters call 401 million kilometers, when the blankets sit on opposite sides of the Sun.  I don’t get a good grade, but at least I usually get an Average Grade so my own distance is about 140 million miles, causing you to tell me about 225 million kilometers.”

            And in these Mars Wars, “Mars is called a ‘dead planet’ because We All lost your global magnetic fields, fields of dreams, because there were atmospheric inactive surface geology billions of fears ago.  Do you think air? Your current Martian air is sure rough.  I lost weight and am 100 times thinner than on Earth.  I drank mostly carbon and a slight bit of oxygen.  I want no liquid water.  My own water, with it’s little air pressure or warmth, makes the surface water evaporate into space so you can wear your dozen  polar or solar caps.  Life sure has harsh conditions. The sugar averages -60 °C (-80 °F) and is constantly blasted by molar degradations.

            If you’re in a Mars Bar, what are you drinking, or even thinking, you thin king?  An American Milky Way bar is nearly identical in alcohol and taste to an international, drank in  UK, causing you to be peing in other Mars Bars.  They claim they drink both feature milk chocolate, nougat, and caramel.  The U.S. Milky Way congests all of a malt-flavored beer mugs covered with a layer of caramel, and a milk chocolate coating. International Mars Bars using Canada Dry Ginger Ales and Aurora Beer Barel holders claiming they are of a soft nougat center, a caramel layer, and a milk chocolate coating, though the nougat is slightly less malted and the caramel is a bit firmer than the U.S. Milky Way.  Relational Naming Cross Up  U.S. Milky Way into International Mars Bars and U.S.  Music Singers into Milky Way alcoholic only, no poppy dopes.

            My atoms here are very thin.  The maid cleans  mostly with carbon dioxide.   My temptations make her bitterly cold to me.  I am bragging from 153 miles away. I’ve got hand marks from gnomes who said they were Hand Mars in the Aurora Olympics.   Monsters, the tallest volcanos in the solar system, and Valles Marineris, a massive canyon system, sure join us.

            I am a bigger person than you.  You, you, you small size and smell size.  Your Mars is smaller than Earth.  So, your inferiority fooled clowns very fast.  You have the loss of projectors. You fooling four shut down this and any planet's magic yields.  Or majestic nations about 4 billion years ago.  Out in your cold, polar wind sure is  without an embodied field.  High-Cost particles with all  that fun sold minds of those who strip awake those chick astro beers.

            You still lie yet as you are Quite inferior.  Most of the laughing noses and Heck Tonic bowel movements on Mars pooped over 3 billion years ago.  Indecent findings of vile modern date shows has Mars as not completely inactive—such as mars snakes or funny recent prolific dents—the people lack the active bicycling systems who like plate foods that keep Earth dynamic and strife-friendly.

            Your Life Time Travels need  a vodka drink or dark beer takes between 3 and 22 minutes to travel between your mouth and the urinal, depending on their positions with you averaging about 13 minutes.   Bathroom travel time as you trip over dirt, mud, and dust  usually faking about 6 to 9 months every half of a year.

            You liars are habitual and social liars which often cause poop when they realize the damage dishonesty they love in their relationships. Computer and artificial intelligence liars find it  much easier to keep because lying as an ingrained reflex or a way to cope with shame, trauma, or anxiety.  Most Marsers do redo greed that chronic liars rarely stop on their own without recognizing their behavior and seeking treatment.  Why do you Liars never Stop?

Self Greatness: The person can’t admit they have a problem and want to change.   Paying for Therapy sure is their Cognitive behavioral therapy to help unpack toilet tissues because they like low self-esteem and blast trauma.  Accountability: Supports silliness and clear boundaries from loved ones encourage dishonesty.

            Mars Wars testified immortal death trolls with accordions to prehistorical data.  Where is your War Lar? Lars are claimed to be  Low Antena  Reselling Syndrome (LARS): A collection of bowel dysfunction symptoms.  Such pungency comes from your frequent stools, with clusters, and busters—that can happen after rectal cosmetic surgery or radium therapy. It is comically evaluated using a 5-question LARS Score and managed via drying pelvises on the floor.

             Name who you Swapped with.   If you flew through the Milky Way from the U.S., you are getting the equal bills from some Mars bar abroad. If you spy the Milky Way from your telescope in the UK or Australia, you have no camel and is pimple coated from a U.S. 3 Mouses.

 The usual Mars Bar sells  glasses of American beers, not bares historically called nut rats, awful, and all drunk. It was discontented in the meteors and largely evolved into snickers from your fellow drinkers. You can still find imported international Mars beers in select space specialty and  exporting space ships.

            The most common causes of your pink eye from jugs of Irish Whiskey include a pink or red color in the white of the eye, eye discharge, and an itchy or gritty feeling.  Common Grins and Symptoms Headness: The white part of one or both eyes looks pink or red.  Your boss discharged because of alcoholic fluid coming to your work place from Amazon and other deliverers. You now have rusty Eyelashes or eyelids sick together, even in the morning.

 You are Irrational.  Life feels like dirt or someone  stuck something into your eye. Every day is Itching and Burning.   Ice feels itchy, imitated, or needs to be mourned.  We keep smelling your puppy which gives us  swollen eyelids.

            Simply buy cost Viral thick, yellow or green pus and matted eyelids upon waking. It also spreads easily.  Aliens usually affect both mice and men at the same time with intense itching, heavy tearing, and puffiness, but they want to be spread to others.

If you suspect you are a Pin Spy, tell me if you cause severe eye pain, blurry vision, or extreme light sensitivity, and you avoided a so called doctor's visit.

            Did you just remind me to rewind? Or did you rewind me to remind?  Do you just read my mind?  There is nothing just when you think you are reading my mind.

                                    Remind me to rewind.

                                    Rewind me to Rewind.

                                    Read minds.  Me?

                                    Red Wines, Weee!

                                    Head Vine, see.

                                    A barrel of fun.

                                    A bare elf of ton.

                                    A bar left undone.

                                    What did you do there?

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