Sunday, April 4, 2010

Dae uv da Eevul Vakyoom

Wich dae cood dat bee, yoo mait ask? Afftr all, evry dae eevul foar vakyoomz. Thay are deevaisez of dahrknus and all kine bad stuf.

Furst sine uv immpendeeng dizzastur wuz powur on, off, on, off, on, off, til Mr Clancy becomez kwite uppset. Howse hav menny hi-picht sowndz ennywae, and on, off, on, off, on, off maeks sownd mutch werss.

Mom traiz too vakyoom, veree bad, and powur goez off. Hay not soe bad, powur off haz sum yoossez aftur all. Den mom goez awae too plae muzik foar skool. Wile stil gawn, powur come on, AND SOE DOO VAKYOOM!!! Eevul sownd goez on and on and on foarevvur. Maybee twenny minnits, maybee a hundridty milleeon.

I watchum in caes moovz, but how good it not mooven at all. Soe no need too goe throo windoe. Yets. Happee endz, mom git hoam and taek kuntrole uv eevul vakyoom, no moar gawn roag. No fureelants. Allz well endz well.

K thx bai.

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