Change One Word-Jack Kerouac, On The Road Edition

change one word each post...try and be funny and witty

just copy paste and pick a word and change it....

I high lighted my first move where I changed ''candles''

...enjoy

this time the passage is an excerpt from Jack Kerouac, On The Road





“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like spiders across the stars.”

 

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like spiders across the stars.”

 

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like spiders across the stars.”

 

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like spiders across the stars.

 

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the stars.

 

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the stars.

 

The homo people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the stars.

 

The homo people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

The happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

The happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

The happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

Shiny happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the same time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

Shiny happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

Shiny happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous flaming roman doobies exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

Shiny happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous flaming roman toasters exploding like pies across the bedroom.

 

Shiny happy people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous flaming roman toasters exploding like pies across the universe.

 

Shiny happy people for sale are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, burn, burn like fabulous flaming roman toasters exploding like pies across the universe.

 

Shiny happy people for sale are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, belch, burn like fabulous flaming roman toasters exploding like pies across the universe.

 

Shiny happy people for sale are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to fuck, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, belch, burn like fabulous flaming roman toasters exploding like pies across the universe.

 

Shiny happy people for sale are the tasty ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to fuck, sad to be shaved, desirous of every gender at the designated time, the ones who never fart or say a goddamned thing, but burp, belch, burn like fabulous flaming roman toasters exploding like pies across the universe.