My head's in a strange place lately, which may serve in some small measure to explain why and where I took the Words Gone Wild today. They turn up in the strangest places. Perhaps it would relieve some of my head strangeness if I simply avoided those places but, alas, I cannot. How else would I capture blasfomys? Here's the list, from which I'm writing a little paragraph. Your instructions are to write your own little paragraph using said blasfomys. There are no boundaries, so let your imagination run wild. Enjoy!
the right to bare arms
had went into hidding
I want to talk to you today about a problem I be having with behavor. Sometimes, odd happenings intrude upon my conscousness, much like a contrecoup injury, and distract me to the point of madness. I suppose I could just hide in the corner and eat couscous, but I don't like it. I'm not going to sugar cote it. You know the definition of casterate. It's when a director screams at the cast and crew on a movie set. Well, you can't by any known statute do that to the stupid, hygenics, never mind eugenics, be damned, so it simply turns you all disgryuntled all over. This is an inditment of stupidity -- let's call a ditz a ditz. We all have the right to wear tank tops, the right to bare arms, but when you see someone with wrinkled, flabby arms wearing one, you just have to wonder, "What would promtor to wear that?!" Stupid! And similarly, stupid people have the right to appear in public whether we like it or not. Some people think blatent stupidity is hillarious. Those people are usually either hillbillies or comedians who are able to work up whole acts based on stupid people. We as a people of laws are not permitted to toss the stupid into very conservative containers made of tin, also known as Repubicans, so I say let's legislate their asses into jaol if they don't have sense enough to had went into hidding. Ja? Ja! Gryunt loudly if you agree and perhaps a Gryphon will swoop in and carry them off.
Have a wonderful Thursday, my lovelies.