I, Pope Philip Boolean, hereby combine the almighty powers of TRUE! FALSE! BACON! PANDA! STAIRS! to form a stupid giant robot thingy with which I do absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, I steal from the rich, Death By Chocolate And Other Assorted Chocolate Cakes table to give to the porus Sponge Cake table for no good reason except for all reasons, especially those that are bad; update the deeds to my pancake table holdings to the correct amount, therefore voiding them and returning my holdings to none less than 23%, i.e. 115%, of the original; de-re-re-excommunicate myself with an absolutely-must-backsie clause which is only applicable to those people without tongues and/or a mole on one (1) of their left arms (if on the RIGHT arm then it only applies to people WITH tongues UNLESS they have a FRECKLE somewhere EMBARRASSING); partake of a small sala4a4a4a4a4d.
And, with that, I need to go two (2) sleeps. |
