THE FOR SALE SIGNS THAT WON'T BE RESPONSIBLE.

THE FOR SALE SIGNS THAT WON'T BE RESPONSIBLE, FOR BAD SWIMMING POOL INSTRUCTORS.  I'VE HEARD ALL THAT BEFORE.  THEN THERE ARE THOSE ODD CHUNKY CARS OF CHOCOLATE, THAT HATE THE HIGH RISING COSTS OF PETROL AND FUEL.  THEN I SUDDENLY GET CHATTING TO SOME FOLK, THAT CALL THEMSELVES 'THE EXTRAORDINARY PEOPLE'.  THEY STEAL VACCUM CLEANERS, YOU KNOW.  AND THEY USE AND ABUSE THEM, FOR VERY EXPLICIT DESIRES.  DESIRES WHICH I WILL NEVER GO INTO, ON HERE.

THEN THERE ARE THE ZING TWAN BOONIES.  THEY ARE THE STRANGE SPACE CREATURES, THAT TELL YOU WHEN TO BRING IN YOUR WASHING OFF THE LINE.  YOU HAVE TO BE AWARE OF ALL THOSE BLADES OF COPTIC SILENCE.  THEY ARE LIKE EARTHQUAKES OF SOLITUDE.  THEN THERE IS THAT FANTASTIC BLOKE THAT CAN SECRETLY SPY, AND SNEEZE AT THE SAME TIME.  THEY CALL HIM 00 GIRAFFE.  HE HAS A LICENCE 2 SNEEZE.  THEY CALL HIM BLOND.  GIRRAFE BLOND.  HE SPEAKS WITH A VOICEBOX OF THE MIOW CAT.  HE DRIVES THE ECTO POP GLAM MACHINE.  IT HAS A VERY FAST IGNITION TESLA STARTER.

THEN THERE IS THAT OTHER AMAZING BLOKE.  I THINK THEY CALL HIM THE WARP THRUST HORSE.  HE IS A CAPTAIN OF A JUMBO PAVAROTTIGOAT.  AND HE KNOWS SIR RANDOLF WIBBLEDASH.  HE ALWAYS USES HIS AMAZING EINSTEIN BOGGLE MINDE.  HE'S CONTACTED A SECRET FAR OFF GALAXY CALLED SKY ROCKET CLOCK.  IT IS RULED BY A RUTHLESS ROMAN ON A PUSHBIKE.  I THINK HIS NAME IS SIR RACKOON CRICKET STUMPS.  HE HOLDS THE MOST INFLUENTIAL POWER TO DATE.