today we dun it
today me an my brothure cort some fog in a bots
but apparently fogs not made of cheebes, nups or bananures
so we lets it go
tomorrow we will go and visits trotskys grave an bring him some chips
pore old trotsky he had enormous hair like as if he had an extra hair and then a hat wich looked like hair as well. he looked a bit like dandy dan you know the one off bugseye malone exept not with a mustash. infact he also looked like mary denarnud no wonder he was a commernist with all that trouble. trotsky died of ice pops thats what they call drinks in rusher.
he rote a book about his life corled MY LIFE just in case anyone forgots what it was about wile they were reeding it* he did another vershun called MY WIFE which was about his wife but it wasnt as long cos it was all about sowing and kittunes and girly things like potato and byenomeal regreshun and how to gets a carrot out of the chiller tray
*never mind the words reed the pichers i say
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Hurrah for baby Peanuts!
er, Peanut. I may have drunk some wine last night, that's my excuse.
Oh dear goddess, does it hurt to write so phoenetically accurately? Ha, ha, ha! It's as if I am perusing a page of writing that my five year old penned. Um, but with more philosophical bend and a higher insight on the topics of the world, the universe, and everything. I mean, he's bright and all, but. . . .*smiles*
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