This is one of those classically lame NaBloPoMo weekend posts: thrown together and essentially uninformative.Why, I'd wager that no one will even read this post. I could say anything I like and nobody would call me on it.
"I can wear French ticklers if I want."
Let's test the theory, shall we?
Unicorns are real. I keep one as a pet. Her name is Petunia and she eats magically delicious Lucky Charms then poops rainbow piles of unicorn dung. I bury the piles, water them, and lovely candy-bearing trees spring up overnight. This is where Skittles come from.
Reaction, anyone? I thought not.
Comments
Oh. Awfully sorry. Didn't realise I wasn't supposed to be reading that.
It's true about the unicorn, though.
Hhmmm my word verification is prolint. I'm actuall anti-lint myself.
I think that this was a gratuitous ploy for comments. Well played sister.
I always clean up my unicorn's poop, now I am going to let him poop in the yard and leave it! I love Skittles!