- The tent that has square wheels.
- The cleaning mop that goes backwards, instead of forwards.
- The road sweeper that only tickles people underneath the chin.
- The wallpaper that you can only use as carpet.
- The Pacifist that will only fight with defiance in his silence. Without using his fists/violence and weapons.
- The cooker that only makes toast.
- The rollercoaster that only likes shredding bras and knickers.
- The microwave that allows you to store frozen food, inside it.
- The sunflower that tickles your feet in the morning, in order to wake you up.
- The hopper shopper gastronic bus company.
- The scissors that will only write.
- The umbrella that picks up messages from outer space.
- The airport where you can catch a sandwich to the moon.
- The step ladders that go downwards, instead of upwards.
- The step ladders that go sideways, instead of up or down.
- The imaginary tennis court full of martian dodgem butties.
- The clock that refuses to tell the time. Unless you offer it a decent minimum wage.
- The tree that grows clothes for animals to wear.
- The airport that refuses to give credit to non-Goths.
- The Gothic revolution that provides a decent wage, for telescopes that get nervous of seeing Saturn or Jupiter.
- The horse that bought himself a flying caravan.
- The clock that calculates time backwards.
- The chimp that flew to Holland on a super high speed carpet sweeper.
- The sunflower that got lost inside a panic striken parachute.
- The horse that can ski up a mountain of stinky frozen socks.
- The dummy that flogs ice creams to polar bears.
- The telescope that spied on a woman taking her bra off.
- The man in the moon that freshens himself up with talcum powder.
- The hoverbed that chased a horse around a fun fair.
- The clock that spat at a monkey.
- The alssation dog that flew around Barmouth on a motorised station clock.
- The red telephone box that sent a horse sexy text messages.
- The horse's daddy loves milk tray.
- The man in the moon that does the shake and vac. But he can never seem to put the freshness back. Because his house smells of sweaty underpants.
- The horse that loves to gass people with his deadly farts.
- The horse that guffed in a woman's triffle.
- The horse that floats on water.
WELCOME TO HOSTESS TROLLEY HORSE.
WELCOME 2 THE HOSTESS TROLLEY HORSE.
HAIL THE FORTUNES OF THE CROCODILE FLUTE SHOES. CHOOSE WHATEVER TAKES YOUR MANE FANTASY. EVEN IF IT IS A NIGHT GEISHA HIDDING AMONGST THE TREES OF LUNACY, WEARING A DARK DRESS IN THE GOTHIKA DE CHAMBER.
HAIL THE FORTUNES OF THE CROCODILE FLUTE SHOES. CHOOSE WHATEVER TAKES YOUR MANE FANTASY. EVEN IF IT IS A NIGHT GEISHA HIDDING AMONGST THE TREES OF LUNACY, WEARING A DARK DRESS IN THE GOTHIKA DE CHAMBER.
Monday, 24 September 2012
The World Of Mature Nonsense.
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