We are the world so lets ...
Yes it has been awhile. The elephant stomped on my rose coloured glasses. However I now have a bigger better pair.
First, the deep meaningful stuff. I am no longer a troll attached to a stomach, just a troll with a stomach accessory. If I take a really deep breath, and suck my stomach in, remote sensing sonar reports "50 % PROBABILITY OF .... Abdominal Muscles" On Monday night, at my local cult group that I attend, I bumped into the adored one, she who is worshipped from afar, the gorgeous lovely ******* She said to me: “I noticed that you’ve lost weight” Oh how I go into a beatified trance like state, remembering the slight husk of her every vowel….. [EDITED BY EGO]
Ego: “Please do not make the readers throw up”
Me: “O, I don’t think they will ? Alright then, sorry, eh, um ….sorry for the, aaahhhh, ahem, interruption - moving along”
I consulted my book, translations of the adored one and it said (quote)
Adored one has yet to come to terms with her attraction for you, adored one is really saying “You are such a deep gorgeous and sexy hunk of a man-beast, your very scent make me want to rip……. [EDITED BY EGO]
Ego: “Maybe she was just being encouraging, you have already made a public spectacle about this losing weight business. She probably thought “If I don’t say something to the poor thing, it will commit suicide”
Me: Nonsense, she walked up to me, and gave me a nice hug. It even had a touch of intimacy.
Ego: A touch of Intimacy, (snigger) Folks, how desperate is this guy. He listened to “we are the world, we are the children” eight times the other night.
Me: Hey, hey, I was a bit depressed ok. The elephant had stomped on my rose coloured glasses, and I needed a bit of inspiration. Besides, this is a third party game you’re playing. We discussed this, your not allowed to call for outside (3rd party) opinions.
Ego: How could the poor girl dodge the imbecilic slack jawed drool that greeted her, as she innocently walked out the door. It was a mercy hug, can’t you see that.
Me: Your being nasty again, I am going to turn you off.
Ego: Help, help, Mercy. He is going torture me by playing “We are the world, we are the children” by ….. Scoff. Michael Jackson & Friends. “We are the world, we are the children !!!” Over and over and over. He believes in world peace, help, help, tortuuuure
"We are the ones who make a brighter day, (Whistle) so lets start giving"
First, the deep meaningful stuff. I am no longer a troll attached to a stomach, just a troll with a stomach accessory. If I take a really deep breath, and suck my stomach in, remote sensing sonar reports "50 % PROBABILITY OF .... Abdominal Muscles" On Monday night, at my local cult group that I attend, I bumped into the adored one, she who is worshipped from afar, the gorgeous lovely ******* She said to me: “I noticed that you’ve lost weight” Oh how I go into a beatified trance like state, remembering the slight husk of her every vowel….. [EDITED BY EGO]
Ego: “Please do not make the readers throw up”
Me: “O, I don’t think they will ? Alright then, sorry, eh, um ….sorry for the, aaahhhh, ahem, interruption - moving along”
I consulted my book, translations of the adored one and it said (quote)
Adored one has yet to come to terms with her attraction for you, adored one is really saying “You are such a deep gorgeous and sexy hunk of a man-beast, your very scent make me want to rip……. [EDITED BY EGO]
Ego: “Maybe she was just being encouraging, you have already made a public spectacle about this losing weight business. She probably thought “If I don’t say something to the poor thing, it will commit suicide”
Me: Nonsense, she walked up to me, and gave me a nice hug. It even had a touch of intimacy.
Ego: A touch of Intimacy, (snigger) Folks, how desperate is this guy. He listened to “we are the world, we are the children” eight times the other night.
Me: Hey, hey, I was a bit depressed ok. The elephant had stomped on my rose coloured glasses, and I needed a bit of inspiration. Besides, this is a third party game you’re playing. We discussed this, your not allowed to call for outside (3rd party) opinions.
Ego: How could the poor girl dodge the imbecilic slack jawed drool that greeted her, as she innocently walked out the door. It was a mercy hug, can’t you see that.
Me: Your being nasty again, I am going to turn you off.
Ego: Help, help, Mercy. He is going torture me by playing “We are the world, we are the children” by ….. Scoff. Michael Jackson & Friends. “We are the world, we are the children !!!” Over and over and over. He believes in world peace, help, help, tortuuuure
"We are the ones who make a brighter day, (Whistle) so lets start giving"
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