I ate Goblin Cock

In a projectile vomitorium.

 

With a sedonculacious security guard and a sneeze room.

 

Sounds like a winning franchise to me.

 

we can call it G.A.O.C.A.A FLABBERGASTERY BROs

 

And we will take over the Americas with a chocolate fist!

 

Be sure that it's not during a sunny summer afternoon that this takes place.

 

yeah thats when we take our klunch brake

 

And it would be so impolite to intrude on such a wondeful day.

 

yes i think that most flabbergasteries are seasonal

 

I was actually concerned about melting the chocolate fist... of course we then would have topping for our ice cream...

 

Our Pistaccio Moustachio ice cream.

 

last night i dreamed i went to Rome and set up my own underground ice cream parlor, peculiar eh

 

I wish I could be there, and eat ancient roman spartacus ice cream...

 

spartacus was spartan not roman.

right thats the franchise down the drain then.

 

No Spartacus ice cream? But we all scream for spartacus!
How about Tuesdays?

 

Tuesday's gone with the wind.

 

And least it isn't dust in it.

 

That only happens in Kansas.

 

tumbleweeeeeedsssss

 

not on tuesays it doesnt, tuesays is wear your own shirt to work daay