There was a video game called Monster Rancher once upon a time. You trained monsters to fight, because cockfighting is for kids. Sometimes a monster would lose its focus in a fight, and instead of a cool move, it would “do foolery.” The tongue monster lolled its tongue around, the jelly monster turned into a question mark.
I’m tired of heavy subjects at the moment, and got no time for anything substantial anyhow, so allow me, for the moment, to do foolery.
what IS IT to poast or not to poste? can’t do. who talk is. I wansdgtrodk wto get me thru this smi-charmed kindalife babay babaywc;okvk nodlisnen when u say goodbyeeeeeee. -Dpoijcfwoivjfeasx etedwsqk I’m mdwofijo oof ouch owie bnsoaijc bleeeeeeah sdvcpok p gentlemen we have liftoff dw0owhy my titty hurt oisxiajpio io imma keep is xapok xs imma imma tank a nap. Cool.
it’s your turn. sleepwalk thru my comments. express your inner nyquil. do foolery.