So... Yorktown. Awesome. Eh, I can't think of anything. Randomness!
The white bile of the Yorkish terrier is all that seperates the fire from the sea. Nothing crosses the glow-in-the-dark leg that differentiates muffins from jazz! So you want to be a Northman Forman, eh? Well you're gonna hafta EARN it! Slevin! Bring me 9,000 Big Davies and kill the jester that brought me this sand!No ugly hitman can escape my yellow gaze! Only one toucan has ever thwarted me, and his wordmouth was the spew of a thousand kill-henrys. That old hippopotamus was only seven things: orange. He is the bane of my non-existance! Only the great cake vs. pie civil war will overtake his shininess. Now is the times for tines! the giant race car cannot defeat my glow-berry in a contest of tallness! The rite of passage is to KICK THIS BLOB! Kick it! Kick it into next Gransnuary! Today is a good day to teleport! So, if we were to pull out today, and the Blues came and took our base, they'd have two bases in the middle of a boxed canyon. Whoop-de-frikkin-doo.
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