Please leave the chicken by the side of the road and tell us what lapsed it. I know of no corners that would tell them and they know no vertices. I only know of straight lines. It's all I see, so they can't get a fact out of me. Don't some lines intersect and make explosive corners? In my neutral world, no. Only implosive parallel lines exist. Now that I've explained that, let's move the dresser; I'm sure the smiling faces will be angered.

Don't you just hate it when that lead pipe you just used to hit yourself says hello? It never seems to stop floating and spitting. It's annoying, to say the least. It just makes you want to peel an orange and feed the scraps to the dreams. Dreams worth eating with. They love to eat baked candle wax, fried shapes, and my favourite; evil with a side of blargh. Yum.