04-24-2012, 10:54 PM
Darkle trunkles the saddest tune
aye, flurtling on a sorry moon.
I'll wail and forrock, hear
borrocks boom, the desolate
freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plured gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I thee my foonting turlingdromes.
and hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurlecruncheon, see if I don't.
How was that?
aye, flurtling on a sorry moon.
I'll wail and forrock, hear
borrocks boom, the desolate
freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plured gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I thee my foonting turlingdromes.
and hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurlecruncheon, see if I don't.
How was that?