Off at Tangents: Waff at Argents!

It was a rainy day and it felt like that for ages. Drop after drop running down the window slowly was getting a bit spider-life for me so I turned on the TV, "what's that........power out" I said but the lights in the house were on and running like a sprinter fighting for the bronze modal because that is quality people. Simply put.

But I wasn't going to risk being heard about what I thought about the power being out so I only thought my thoughts but I'm going back in time aren't I? No, I was simply going through a phase of frayed phrases given to me on a platter of sick.

 

It was only a matter of time before the refrigerator and trusty henchman freezer would gang up on sterile.

Then they would roam the streets in search of a search partly. In this drug fuelled state they would smash all things in slight, and leave no margarine for error. Cause if they did they would have some splaynin' to do I can tell you thaght. There was no way they could fail their orders they received from McDonalds. He would kill them and eat their elecs piece by peace. But enough of that nonscents, let's see what our analysts think. Or how bout' we guess what we think our analysts think. Or how bout' our analysts guess what we think they will think, just to make it easier on the eyes.

 

They thought wrong you see and it's the use of our mind tricks that made them pick up the burning and stop using a torch for halfpipe throwing. I mean if you're going to do something do it and don't talk like a tipsy gypsy swinging a colchester by the fire because it just don't work. It just don't and don't tell me it does coz I can tell you brudda it certainly does, no doubt in my mind for a second.