Some people are so lost, they venture around aimlessly existentially -speaking. They go into other people’s gene pool where they never sit for dinner, breakfast and lunch, where they never sit or stand the test of, survive and sustain within the worst of the worst(which there is no doubt, here) and they start stealing things that don’t belong to them because the GENETIC DEGENERATE LIBERAL SCIENTISTS F**KED THEM UP. Maybe we can help by asking the relevant questions my readers. So NASA, HARVARD, YALE, OXFORD, CAMBRIDGE, AND THE REST, please tell us, “Can a fat pig run, run faster or even fly…at all…???Here my readers, you may ask two questions for two different reasons. You ask, ” But, what pig isn’t fat???” And the second because you may be studying to be a comedian like me, you sing that song from BIGGY-SMALL as a question; ” Piggy, Piggy Piggy, can’t you see sometimes it seems that you’re so….” (Stop, stop, stop, note to self, note to self-teaching self.{ ‘Always keep it tight and simple in comedy, treat your audience like smart-brained humans}…) You ask, “Piggy, Piggy, Piggy, can’t you see…???” That the question no doubt…
DONATE TO SUPPORT THE FREE BOOKS FOR LIFE CAUSE.
What my readers, what? You want the English version of the song…? You ask too much of this simple woman. But since you asked. A few lines…
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye…Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie…when the pie was opened the birds began to sing…wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king…the king was in his counting house counting out his money…(And the rest of the pungent metaphors)…Meanwhile, please support RIL. So worth it…
DONATE TO SUPPORT THE FREE BOOKS FOR LIFE CAUSE.
edewlogics 